So. I got back from the bustrip at 5:30am this morning. Partially thanks to all the fun we were having on the pier in olde towne Alexandria, I missed the first buses out of D.C. and Richmond (!). I was stuck in Richmond till 5am. During this time I managed somehow to get through a good chunk of Nabokov's biography on Gogol (I'm doing a term paper on it). I got a bit of sleep till the bus arrived in Raleigh, N.C. Thus, when I arrived in Atlanta, I missed the Tallahassee-bound bus by 40 minutes! I was stuck in Atlanta for six hours last night and finally left at 11pm. Garrett was kind enough to pick me up from the greyhound station this morning.
Greyhound travel tips:
- Bring a small pillow (they make these chic little ones for the fashion-savy nowadays)
- Bring a gallon jug of water (from Micah, he does this everytime)
- Bring santized wipes (yes, it does get pretty dirty after a day)
- Bring the iPod/portable CD-player
- Bring book(s) (notice the plural here!)
- Wear thick-soled, yet comfortable shoes (my feet have been screwed up all day)
- Bring an extra change of socks in your bag
- Wear a beanie (for those traveling incognito)
- Enjoy watching America role by sedately, mile by mile.
Each trip was a mini-epic. You really do lose track of time, yet are very conscious of it in a mico-sense. Hmm, that doesn't really make any sense. I'll think about it some more.
Everybody: Keep up the posts rolling!
Em, I can see you fantasizing about smashing up your workroom and transforming it into dada art. Wouldn't that be fun? At least your aesthetic principle would not be distracted by a world war!
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