This post is long. Nightly adventures, here I come
People doubt me all the time, and sometimes I even doubt myself. Like last night for example (Cilli, you saved my ass, as usual) I really didn't think that I could cross 9 subway stops in under 20 minutes. Truth is, I didn't.
Instead, I fool-hartedly decided to trek off the subway 3 stops early because the train kept on getting held up, leaving me at Union (and saving me about 35 precious seconds). Running to St. Patrick's seemed like a good idea at the time, so I figured - why not?
The lesson learned here is: don't ever run in the cold, because the air hits the back of your throat rendering you helpless of any sort of speech once you actually get to the bus terminal and attempt to ask the driver which bus goes to Waterloo. I didn't ask because I couldn't, and just shoved my ticket at him and ran onto the bus, nearly collapsing and trying to catch my breath.
Slept. For how long, I had no clue. All I know is that when I woke up I saw lots of familiar things, thankfully, like the plaza with the Subway restaurant and the Tim Hortons and the post office. But, and this may sound a little bit crazy - surely several small towns would have a sandwich shop, a coffee shop, and a post office settled together into one plaza?? Right??
Of course what I missed while breathing in relief at the plaza was one small word attached to the signs, one word that I saw over and over again that caused me to grin like a moron instead of panic. Guelph.
I glanced at my watch and (the bus left at 11:30 - let's keep in mind that the bus ride to Waterloo U only takes about 1 hour and 15 minutes) only to discover that its about 2am. I then did the most practical thing possible and went back to sleep, accidentally.
I woke up again, 2:45am. I'm still on the bus, and with barely anyone else on it. I figured that by this time I should probably consider being a bit concerned. After all, it's been over 3 hours. Still, I'm not overly bothered and that might be something to look into.
Through the darkness of the window, and, I still don't know if I was hallucnating or whanot, I was in another town and spotted a sign that said 'London'. Now I may have been sleepy but certainly not stupid. Armed with my knowledge of the fact that London is not on the way to Waterloo, I approached the driver finally.
And that's the end of the story. I got in at approximately 3:30 yesterday morning, nearly gave Esi a heart attack when I knocked on the door which was locked (she gets freaked out at being at home alone), and went to bed around 5:30.
If anyone's wondering about the whole 4 hour bus ride thing, it was merely a night bus route that I didn't know about. Apparently, the bus feels that stopping at every individual main intersection at every single little hick town is totally neccessary once its after midnight. I didn't mind so much, except for when I thought, with horror, that I'd merely slept through my stop at Waterloo U and that we were back in Toronto or something horrid like that. The London thing was a figment of my imagination, or ay least thats what I'm trying to convince myself of. The bus driver said so ^_^
The point is that I made it back, I nearly died running, and I listened to me new mix cd about 6 times. Weee!
Instead, I fool-hartedly decided to trek off the subway 3 stops early because the train kept on getting held up, leaving me at Union (and saving me about 35 precious seconds). Running to St. Patrick's seemed like a good idea at the time, so I figured - why not?
The lesson learned here is: don't ever run in the cold, because the air hits the back of your throat rendering you helpless of any sort of speech once you actually get to the bus terminal and attempt to ask the driver which bus goes to Waterloo. I didn't ask because I couldn't, and just shoved my ticket at him and ran onto the bus, nearly collapsing and trying to catch my breath.
Slept. For how long, I had no clue. All I know is that when I woke up I saw lots of familiar things, thankfully, like the plaza with the Subway restaurant and the Tim Hortons and the post office. But, and this may sound a little bit crazy - surely several small towns would have a sandwich shop, a coffee shop, and a post office settled together into one plaza?? Right??
Of course what I missed while breathing in relief at the plaza was one small word attached to the signs, one word that I saw over and over again that caused me to grin like a moron instead of panic. Guelph.
I glanced at my watch and (the bus left at 11:30 - let's keep in mind that the bus ride to Waterloo U only takes about 1 hour and 15 minutes) only to discover that its about 2am. I then did the most practical thing possible and went back to sleep, accidentally.
I woke up again, 2:45am. I'm still on the bus, and with barely anyone else on it. I figured that by this time I should probably consider being a bit concerned. After all, it's been over 3 hours. Still, I'm not overly bothered and that might be something to look into.
Through the darkness of the window, and, I still don't know if I was hallucnating or whanot, I was in another town and spotted a sign that said 'London'. Now I may have been sleepy but certainly not stupid. Armed with my knowledge of the fact that London is not on the way to Waterloo, I approached the driver finally.
And that's the end of the story. I got in at approximately 3:30 yesterday morning, nearly gave Esi a heart attack when I knocked on the door which was locked (she gets freaked out at being at home alone), and went to bed around 5:30.
If anyone's wondering about the whole 4 hour bus ride thing, it was merely a night bus route that I didn't know about. Apparently, the bus feels that stopping at every individual main intersection at every single little hick town is totally neccessary once its after midnight. I didn't mind so much, except for when I thought, with horror, that I'd merely slept through my stop at Waterloo U and that we were back in Toronto or something horrid like that. The London thing was a figment of my imagination, or ay least thats what I'm trying to convince myself of. The bus driver said so ^_^
The point is that I made it back, I nearly died running, and I listened to me new mix cd about 6 times. Weee!