What I Did On My Long Weekend
Nov. 12th, 2002 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesFriday night, not much. On Friday I got e-mail from my mom wanting to know if I had Monday off and if so did I want to go visit them? I said I would, except the trains are getting ridiculously expensive these days and we just got a fairly large fuel bill.
Saturday, I got up and commenced the archaeological dig my room required (a regular cleaning wouldn't have sufficed). In the middle of that, my parents called, so I talked to my mom for a while, and then talked to my dad for a while, and then my mom got back on the phone and said "I know you hate it, but what about taking the bus?". (Meaning she REALLY REALLY wants to see me.) So I got off the phone and looked up bus routes, and discovered that (a) taking the bus costs about half of what the train costs, and (b) there was a bus I could take in two hours. The trick being, I had to get some other errands done first and getting from home to the bus station takes an hour. So I went out and did the other errands, which were thankfully short and thankfully involved one of my housemates with a car, came home, threw a change of clothes in my backpack and bolted out the door again.
I got to the bus station looking like I was being chased by the hounds of hell, and realized I'd forgotten my passport, which is my only photo ID since I don't have a driver's license. They gave me the ticket anyway. I wonder what they thought I was running away from? Anyway, I got the ticket a whole fifteen minutes before the bus left, called my mom and told her I was on the way.
I got to New London three hours later, and had a rather nice couple of days with my parents. Except for the weird dreams, but I always have weird dreams when I stay there. I don't know why. I also ran myself out of the hard-to-find, hand-dyed floss I'd been embroidering with, mutter mutter grumble hiss. Now I have to try to find the same dye lot, too. Oh well.
The trip back to Boston yesterday took four hours. I should find a map of CT and MA and find out why going New London-Foxwoods-Providence-Worcester-Newton-Boston makes sense, if it makes sense at all.
So now, my room is half-excavated and I desperately need to do laundry, but I had a good weekend, and that's all that really matters.
Saturday, I got up and commenced the archaeological dig my room required (a regular cleaning wouldn't have sufficed). In the middle of that, my parents called, so I talked to my mom for a while, and then talked to my dad for a while, and then my mom got back on the phone and said "I know you hate it, but what about taking the bus?". (Meaning she REALLY REALLY wants to see me.) So I got off the phone and looked up bus routes, and discovered that (a) taking the bus costs about half of what the train costs, and (b) there was a bus I could take in two hours. The trick being, I had to get some other errands done first and getting from home to the bus station takes an hour. So I went out and did the other errands, which were thankfully short and thankfully involved one of my housemates with a car, came home, threw a change of clothes in my backpack and bolted out the door again.
I got to the bus station looking like I was being chased by the hounds of hell, and realized I'd forgotten my passport, which is my only photo ID since I don't have a driver's license. They gave me the ticket anyway. I wonder what they thought I was running away from? Anyway, I got the ticket a whole fifteen minutes before the bus left, called my mom and told her I was on the way.
I got to New London three hours later, and had a rather nice couple of days with my parents. Except for the weird dreams, but I always have weird dreams when I stay there. I don't know why. I also ran myself out of the hard-to-find, hand-dyed floss I'd been embroidering with, mutter mutter grumble hiss. Now I have to try to find the same dye lot, too. Oh well.
The trip back to Boston yesterday took four hours. I should find a map of CT and MA and find out why going New London-Foxwoods-Providence-Worcester-Newton-Boston makes sense, if it makes sense at all.
So now, my room is half-excavated and I desperately need to do laundry, but I had a good weekend, and that's all that really matters.
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Date: 2002-11-12 08:58 am (UTC)Oh yeah. There was a holiday that my office doesn't get off. :(
Did you enjoy the trip?
Beware. Hillary has a copy of the Extended LOTR movie now, so you'll get to see all the added footage.