Yesterday I took a five hour train ride from Providence, RI to Philadelphia. The train was more crowded than I thought it would be and after going up and down the aisle a few times, I took a seat next to an elderly woman. HUGE mistake. She smelled like eggs and moth balls. Within five minutes it got worse. I started to read my book when all of a sudden I heard death music. I looked around for Dylan or any of his death music loving friends, but found no one. I kept searching. Finally, I realized this horribly annoying girl two seats back was blasting music loud enough for the entire train to hear. I obviously started rolling my eyes, sighing, and muttering "wow," under my breath. Much to my surprise, NO ONE rolled their eyes, sighed, or muttered with me. Panic set in. Was I imagining this death music? Did everybody else ENJOY this music? Was everybody else deaf? Were they in fact dead?? Before the tears came, I decided just to move. I got all of my stuff and went to the cafe car. It was so nice and quiet in there, that I sat there the rest of the trip. I read the end of Pride and Prejudice about three hours in, and even though I've read it before, I started crying/laughing violently during Darcy's second proposal. A guy near me said, "Ya alright there?" Eek.
Pretty much right after getting home, I went out with some friends from high school and had the BEST time!! We went to a friends house first and gossiped about old teachers and random people we knew 10 years ago. Then we went out to a bar nearby where a bunch of our other long lost friends were and hung out with them the rest of the night.