Yay
Well, PO won
Yay.
I went to a friends place to watch the election night coverage.
It was somewhat annoying that the exit poll results weren’t announced until 10 pm..
I’m weird.
This is why:
Most guys would sit around drinking beer and eating Doritos while watching ”the game” or any general sporting event.
I, on the other hand, was drinking and snaking while watching the election coverage.
Go me.
Getting home was scary.
From my friends place, I assumed I could take the tube one stop, change to a different line, and go all the way home. No more than some 15 minutes in transit.
When I made it down to the platform, however, I was stunned to discover no more trains were going my way. It was about 15 past midnight.
I’m advised to take a bus.
A bus.
I head back above ground. It takes me a few good minutes to figure out which way I need to go to get home.
It turns out I’ll have to take a few buses back.
While at the stop, a drunk guy walks up to me and wants to tango…. He grabs my hand, wants to twirl around me and hump my leg.
I am somewhat distressed at this point.
The fact that I have no idea how to get home doesn’t help.
I jump on the first bus that pulls up.
After a few stops, I ask the drier how to get to Walthamstow; that’s where live.
He doesn’t really know. I ask if he goes through Clapton, and he says he does. SO when we get there, I get off. Once again, I’m at a major intersection with no idea where to go.
It after midnight, dark, empty… I’m nervous.
This is not a good part of town.
I find a stop and look over the buses listed.
I have no idea where to go.
No ones around.
I call my friend, ask him to check online how I can get home.
Finally, someone else walks up to the stop. After a quick internal debate, I decide it’s worth the risk to walk up and ask for help.. he guy turns out to be a lot more friendly than he looked. He more or less explained to me how to get where I’m going. I get on the first bus to pull up, and after some ten minutes, get of at the end of at a place called the Bakers Arms. I was told to walk around the corner and get on any bus heading that way. It’s dark… I smell pot. I hear lot’s of swearing around me, and cars driving by slowly with way too any subwoofers turned on way too loud. I decide to walk instead of just standing around at the bus stop.
It turned out I was a lot closer to home than I though. I just kept walking for some twenty minutes and finally found myself in familiar territory.
It’s nice to be home, not dead.
Yay.
I went to a friends place to watch the election night coverage.
It was somewhat annoying that the exit poll results weren’t announced until 10 pm..
I’m weird.
This is why:
Most guys would sit around drinking beer and eating Doritos while watching ”the game” or any general sporting event.
I, on the other hand, was drinking and snaking while watching the election coverage.
Go me.
Getting home was scary.
From my friends place, I assumed I could take the tube one stop, change to a different line, and go all the way home. No more than some 15 minutes in transit.
When I made it down to the platform, however, I was stunned to discover no more trains were going my way. It was about 15 past midnight.
I’m advised to take a bus.
A bus.
I head back above ground. It takes me a few good minutes to figure out which way I need to go to get home.
It turns out I’ll have to take a few buses back.
While at the stop, a drunk guy walks up to me and wants to tango…. He grabs my hand, wants to twirl around me and hump my leg.
I am somewhat distressed at this point.
The fact that I have no idea how to get home doesn’t help.
I jump on the first bus that pulls up.
After a few stops, I ask the drier how to get to Walthamstow; that’s where live.
He doesn’t really know. I ask if he goes through Clapton, and he says he does. SO when we get there, I get off. Once again, I’m at a major intersection with no idea where to go.
It after midnight, dark, empty… I’m nervous.
This is not a good part of town.
I find a stop and look over the buses listed.
I have no idea where to go.
No ones around.
I call my friend, ask him to check online how I can get home.
Finally, someone else walks up to the stop. After a quick internal debate, I decide it’s worth the risk to walk up and ask for help.. he guy turns out to be a lot more friendly than he looked. He more or less explained to me how to get where I’m going. I get on the first bus to pull up, and after some ten minutes, get of at the end of at a place called the Bakers Arms. I was told to walk around the corner and get on any bus heading that way. It’s dark… I smell pot. I hear lot’s of swearing around me, and cars driving by slowly with way too any subwoofers turned on way too loud. I decide to walk instead of just standing around at the bus stop.
It turned out I was a lot closer to home than I though. I just kept walking for some twenty minutes and finally found myself in familiar territory.
It’s nice to be home, not dead.