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We got to the train station about 10 on New Years Eve, for a train whose sceduled arrival was 10:30. There were about 5 people in the whole station, which had no forms of amusement save for a bathroom. A Hillary Duff marathon was playing on the television up front, and there was this little girl who kept running around and screaming and eating Ritz crackers. About 11 these two Mexican guys walk in and sart making incredibly loud whooping noises, while holding litle martinis. I thought they were cool.
Meanwhile, this lady keeps bitching about abolutely everything in the station, loudly, from how late the train is to the corrupt buisness of Amtrak to this guy who keept talking to himself angrily and looking at maps. They [this lady and my mom] decide to go search the guy's bag while he was taking a break outside the station. Emma and I told them that was stupid and unnecesary, since the guy wasn't hurting anyone. The lady got really pissed at us and told us to chill. They searched the bag anyway; obviously, it contained nothing.
At around one, Emma and I decided to sleep on the tile floor, with a blanket. The guy at the desk gave us a couple towels to sleep on, and they had strange brown spots on them.
Our train arrives at 4 in the morning.
It is delayed an additional 12 hours due to freight congestion/excessive flooding/deep snow/engine failure. We get home at 4 in the morning the next day; the time we were supposed to arrive in Portland was 4 in the afternoon the previous day.
So, after having been on a 6-hour late train for 24 hours....I'M BACK!!!!
And that....my friends....was my New Year's Eve partying.
Meanwhile, this lady keeps bitching about abolutely everything in the station, loudly, from how late the train is to the corrupt buisness of Amtrak to this guy who keept talking to himself angrily and looking at maps. They [this lady and my mom] decide to go search the guy's bag while he was taking a break outside the station. Emma and I told them that was stupid and unnecesary, since the guy wasn't hurting anyone. The lady got really pissed at us and told us to chill. They searched the bag anyway; obviously, it contained nothing.
At around one, Emma and I decided to sleep on the tile floor, with a blanket. The guy at the desk gave us a couple towels to sleep on, and they had strange brown spots on them.
Our train arrives at 4 in the morning.
It is delayed an additional 12 hours due to freight congestion/excessive flooding/deep snow/engine failure. We get home at 4 in the morning the next day; the time we were supposed to arrive in Portland was 4 in the afternoon the previous day.
So, after having been on a 6-hour late train for 24 hours....I'M BACK!!!!
And that....my friends....was my New Year's Eve partying.