puh-leeze!!! (*shrill whistle* and OUT)
Well, I went home last Wednesday morning, actually the buttcrack of Wednesday morning, and I made the tragic mistake of going home doggy-style. That's right, I took the Greyhound. And just so we're all clear on this, it was a major mistake. DO NOT EVER TAKE THE GREYHOUND. I wouldn't even suggest taking it if your life depended on it. It's probably not worth it. My story is as follows...
After having my RA drive me to the bus station a good 15 minutes away, I had to sit outside at 1.45 in the morning, in the middle of downtown Santa Barbara, OUTSIDE, in the freezing cold, by myself for an hour and half. The bus station, surprisingly, is not open at 1.45 in the morning. So, sitting outside, scared as hell, hiding out behind my suitcase... I waited. Finally, the bus comes, I get on, NO SEATS, had to sit next to some old man who was large enough to spill into my seat. The bus was awful. It felt so unsanitary, was hot, sweaty, and smelly. Not the ideal place to be at 3 in the morning. The first bus took me to S.F. and the bus stop there was DISGUSTING. It took from 3 in the morning until 10. 7 hours. It takes 6 hours if you drive like a normal person in a car just to get from S.B. to Santa Rosa. The bus stops constantly and whenever they make a stop all the lights come on so it is impossible to sleep. I had to wait 3 hours in S.F. for my next bus which was LATE, just as hot, just as smelly, and finally got me to Santa Rosa around 4.45 in the afternoon. The driver was rude too.
My time at home was quite lovely, much better than my last visit. Got a lot of new clothes at Old Navy (who needs Nordstroms?!) as I was taking advantage of Veteran's Day sales. So anyways, Saturday rolls around and I have to make the same trip back home... on the bus at 3.15 Sunday morning, back in S.B. by 4.30 the next afternoon. Saturday night a couple of us were at Laurin's hanging out, doing a little drinking and what have you. At 2.30 Karl was going to take me to the bus stop and I told him "I'm not getting on the bus." I said it enough that he started to believe me. I said goodbye to Laurin and Glenn even though I knew I wasn't leaving, and Karl and I left to go the the bus stop. I kept telling him over and over that I wasn't going to get on, and that he could take me to the bus stop, but I would not get on. By the end of Hoen Ave., he realized that I was serious and we went to Taco Bell instead. I was back at Laurin's within 20 minutes. I told them that I simply was NOT GETTING ON THE BUS. And I didn't. I stayed at Laurin's Saturday with everyone, and then again Sunday night and booked myself a flight home on Monday night. It cost somewhere around $300, but I can live with that.
Life lesson #271: NEVER TAKE THE GREYHOUND.
After having my RA drive me to the bus station a good 15 minutes away, I had to sit outside at 1.45 in the morning, in the middle of downtown Santa Barbara, OUTSIDE, in the freezing cold, by myself for an hour and half. The bus station, surprisingly, is not open at 1.45 in the morning. So, sitting outside, scared as hell, hiding out behind my suitcase... I waited. Finally, the bus comes, I get on, NO SEATS, had to sit next to some old man who was large enough to spill into my seat. The bus was awful. It felt so unsanitary, was hot, sweaty, and smelly. Not the ideal place to be at 3 in the morning. The first bus took me to S.F. and the bus stop there was DISGUSTING. It took from 3 in the morning until 10. 7 hours. It takes 6 hours if you drive like a normal person in a car just to get from S.B. to Santa Rosa. The bus stops constantly and whenever they make a stop all the lights come on so it is impossible to sleep. I had to wait 3 hours in S.F. for my next bus which was LATE, just as hot, just as smelly, and finally got me to Santa Rosa around 4.45 in the afternoon. The driver was rude too.
My time at home was quite lovely, much better than my last visit. Got a lot of new clothes at Old Navy (who needs Nordstroms?!) as I was taking advantage of Veteran's Day sales. So anyways, Saturday rolls around and I have to make the same trip back home... on the bus at 3.15 Sunday morning, back in S.B. by 4.30 the next afternoon. Saturday night a couple of us were at Laurin's hanging out, doing a little drinking and what have you. At 2.30 Karl was going to take me to the bus stop and I told him "I'm not getting on the bus." I said it enough that he started to believe me. I said goodbye to Laurin and Glenn even though I knew I wasn't leaving, and Karl and I left to go the the bus stop. I kept telling him over and over that I wasn't going to get on, and that he could take me to the bus stop, but I would not get on. By the end of Hoen Ave., he realized that I was serious and we went to Taco Bell instead. I was back at Laurin's within 20 minutes. I told them that I simply was NOT GETTING ON THE BUS. And I didn't. I stayed at Laurin's Saturday with everyone, and then again Sunday night and booked myself a flight home on Monday night. It cost somewhere around $300, but I can live with that.
Life lesson #271: NEVER TAKE THE GREYHOUND.