good old lirr.
there's nothing like a 40 minute train ride with drunk college students to really sober you up.
and the day started out pretty cool.
i went to the city with some friends. we walked around central park, which i'd never been to before. we then went to the met, where i lingered in the modern art section ... i don't know if i missed it, but i didn't see much surrealist art (my fav movement). i also had to get used to paying to get in -- in d.c., you rarely ever pay to go to the museums. everything is free, which is how it should be for art and knowledge. at any rate, we then wandered around the village looking for a reasonably priced italian spot and ended up stopping in a barnes and noble, where we scanned the restaurant guides for a place to go. we ended up going to this great restaurant, which had wonderful food, stellar service and prices that were very reasonable. we then got drunk at a dive bar favorite of tucker's, which was fun, only b/c the five of us were there.
but i digress.
given all of that, we come back to the train station, ready to go home to our beds. as we waited for our track # to be announced, i noticed two girls standing by a column. one girl was sitting leaned against the column, either passed out or wishing she was, and the other girl was squatting, her head in her hands and eyes closed, in front of a pile of puke. that should've been a hint.
me and my friends ended up sitting in the middle of one car on the train with drunken college kids on either end. through almost the whole hour-long ride, we heard one group randomly yelling and talking incredibly loud; on the other end, one particular guy demonstrated an affinity for a particular word starting with f, which he uttered frequently and in many different variations. but that wasn't enough. he and his former girlfriend, then started to get into an argument, which also included frequent appearances of his favorite word.
luckily we had 30 minutes of quiet before we got home, but the session was certainly a sobriety-maker.
i'm off to bed.
and the day started out pretty cool.
i went to the city with some friends. we walked around central park, which i'd never been to before. we then went to the met, where i lingered in the modern art section ... i don't know if i missed it, but i didn't see much surrealist art (my fav movement). i also had to get used to paying to get in -- in d.c., you rarely ever pay to go to the museums. everything is free, which is how it should be for art and knowledge. at any rate, we then wandered around the village looking for a reasonably priced italian spot and ended up stopping in a barnes and noble, where we scanned the restaurant guides for a place to go. we ended up going to this great restaurant, which had wonderful food, stellar service and prices that were very reasonable. we then got drunk at a dive bar favorite of tucker's, which was fun, only b/c the five of us were there.
but i digress.
given all of that, we come back to the train station, ready to go home to our beds. as we waited for our track # to be announced, i noticed two girls standing by a column. one girl was sitting leaned against the column, either passed out or wishing she was, and the other girl was squatting, her head in her hands and eyes closed, in front of a pile of puke. that should've been a hint.
me and my friends ended up sitting in the middle of one car on the train with drunken college kids on either end. through almost the whole hour-long ride, we heard one group randomly yelling and talking incredibly loud; on the other end, one particular guy demonstrated an affinity for a particular word starting with f, which he uttered frequently and in many different variations. but that wasn't enough. he and his former girlfriend, then started to get into an argument, which also included frequent appearances of his favorite word.
luckily we had 30 minutes of quiet before we got home, but the session was certainly a sobriety-maker.
i'm off to bed.
posted by maryann at 8/01/2004 04:32:00 AM
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