q: what do you get when you cross a bus full of angry new yorkers and indignant patriots fans, a traffic jam, and a drug-addled driver?
a: that's right, it's our six-hour ride home!
yesterday, at around 4:00 pm EST, the wife and i decided (naively enough) to board a boston-to-new york bus. four and a half hours, right? maybe faster, given that the "holiday" status would free us of that sticky "rush hour" problem, right? yeah?
wrong. we failed to take into account 1) insane traffic for most of the ride (why? we still don't know.) and 2) the fact that our driver was apparently on smack.
more than once, upon encountering a traffic jam, he pulled over to the side of the road, staggered to the back of the bus, did something (we didn't ask questions) in the bathroom, and plopped himself down in one of the rear seats while befuddled passengers glanced around in disbelief. apparently, the best way to clear a traffic jam is to just FUCKING GIVE UP.
anyway, disastrous ride home aside, the weekend was good, smirnoff ice-fueled fun. we had our first taste of impending "marriage" at pauline's engagement party, reconnected with the ya-yas and did some serious outlet shopping damage. plus, i got to stay in the parents' house even though they were out of town, which was fun because it felt like breaking and entering.
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