Tales of a Shrink

Nine hours is the amount of time it took for Jay and I to get from the train station in Royal Oak, MI to Chicago. NINE HOURS!! That's an hour waiting in the station, and then an eight-hour train ride.

For those of you keeping score at home, Chicago is about 4 hours away by car, so Jay and I could have driven to Chicago TWICE in that time.

Oh, and the train's air conditioner was broken, so it was hot (like 80 degrees) and stuffy.

And here's a recap of the conversation that the 6 frat bois sitting behind me (I'm not joking here, people) were having:

Frat boi 1: I was banging Christy the other night
Frat boi 2: No, dude, not Christy!
Frat boi 3: Yeah! Even I've been with Christy! She's a whore.
Frat boi 4: I hear she has Hepatitis.
Frat boi 1: No way! Dude! How'd she get Hepatitis?
Matt: (Trying to project his thoughts into the coversation) By fucking Frat-Trash like you, Dillweed.
Frat boy 2: Probably by fucking too many dirty guys.
Matt: (internally) This telepathy thing is working! (Turning attention towards America-at-large) Avril Lavigne is a talentless hack... Avril Lavigne is a talentless hack...

Grrr....

Tomorrow we're going to the aquarium, and then to the big party for Halloween that we came all this way for in the first place. And then Sunday... back home. I'll keep you posted, grace a this fantastic wireless internet connection in the hotel.