Jumping Someone Else's Train

I really like trains, they’re the one form of transportation that I can really relax and enjoy. Plane’s are an abomination, cars are insane, and buses take the one aspect that makes cars enjoyable, the fact that it’s you and the robe, and dispose of that for something far far worse. Trains though, we get it right there more often than not.

Amtrak, 5pm. I’m heading north to Boston, on an uncrowded commuter train. My only real complaint is the lack of wireless, but I’m not surprised by that. If you take this train often enough you know how to bring your own access, but it’s still disappointing. The ticket was pretty expensive too, $96. I could have flown for less on JetBlue or taking the FungWah bus for $15. I’m told it’s $15., but I can’t imagine how it can be that cheap. Those busses must get damn good gas mileage.

The train is alright though.

I think I’d like to take the train out to EXY’s wedding in Oregon this summer making stops along the way. EXY talked about this too, about doing this with a group of people. It’s kind of cool that we are so much on the same page on some things.

Here’s the funny thing about this trip. I’m going to Boston to see someone I barely know. Someone I spent a few hours with on New Year’s morning, and that I thought maybe I would see once again at the wedding, or maybe at another party in the interim.

It’s really kind of crazy, but it’s worth it one way or the other. The weekend might be fantastic, it might be a complete disaster. It doesn’t really matter because it’s interesting. You spend so many weekend doing the same thing you did the weekend before. It’s a familiar ramble, you go to the same pubs, meet up with the same friends. You go to a party because it’s a party and you know, something might happen!

(This makes me think, exactly what are those lyrics in “How Soon Is Now” but I don’t have a copy on my laptop and as mentioned, I’m not connected to the global whosis…)

So, I went to a party and something happened and here I am on a train to Boston banging on my keyboard about it. Sure, more interesting things have happened, but they don’t every weekend.