ivyblossom | Day of Transit

THIS IS THE DAY OF MUCH TRANSIT.

First, I went to

jlh's house last night to sleep, because it's substantially closer to my point of departure. We had four hours to sleep by the time we got there, but for some unknown reason chose to spend two of those hours discussing the intricacies of book 5. At 6am I leapt out of bed, killed myself (and her cat) with

jlh's shower, and sped off to get a cab at 6:25am on a lazy New York City Sunday morning. Oddly, not a difficult task.

Got to Penn station. Got replacement ticket, got to the right waiting area. Waited. Boarded the right train. Aside from the fact that I was sitting in the car with non-functioning outlets (again), everything seemed to be going well. Until we got to Albany.

Albany has this issue with bridges. They raise them up to let boats through, and then mysteriously forget how to put them back down again. So, there we are, four hours later, sitting like croutons in front of this bridge with smoke coming out of our ears. Forgive the mixed and otherwise inexplicable metaphors for this reason alone, please. So after our four hour interlude Albany's viagra wore off and we managed to proceed along our merry way. I slept through most of this part of the journey. When I woke up we were stopped somewhere I thought was Syracuse, but turned out to be Rochester. And then we got to the border, which took much less time then it did going the other direction. And then on to Toronto. In the end I wasn't quite four hours late, but I nearly was.

I was supposed to go stay with my friend

complicittheory tonight, but it was so late and I was tired and everything was up in the air, so instead I took a cab to the bus station and just bought a ticket back to London. My plan had been to find out if there was a bus to London at that hour, and if there wasn't, I would get a ticket back to Guelph and randomly walk into my parents house with no warning. I have a house key, I can do that, but I think they would be a bit surprised.

There was indeed a bus that would take me to London at that hour. The thing I keep forgetting about London is that it's really far away. And yes, I mean London Ontario, if I could get a bus from Toronto to London, England this would be a very different kind of journey. That one would involve pretty drugs and tangerine skies. Anyway, London Ontario is a two and a half hour ride from Toronto on a good day. Was today a good day? Well, no. Because since I didn't have enough issues with my travel plans, we ran into a snow storm on the way.

Joy, bliss!

Actually, I was really lucky on the way back, beacuse the bus driver was very cool and actually made a special stop for me. He dropped me off right in front of my dorm. So it could be worse.

7am to 2am: the ultimate day of transit.

In other news, while I stayed with

bonibaru, I slept with two attractive young men, and then the next night I slept with

jlh. I mean, the eastern seaboard is my kind of place. Come on, folks. When's the next gathering? My suitcase is already packed!

I hope

bonibaru posted about chasing New Jersey transit buses down the highway THREE TIMES, because that was too funny to be believed. I have so many stories. I haven't even mentioned my deep, abiding love for

blackholly and my secret affair with

tromboneborges.

*makes pathetic snarly face at

ali_wildgoose and

epicyclical*