I haven't posted anything on here in a long, long time... so here is this.
When i left the house yesterday at 6 p.m. i really wasn't to worried about how i was going to get home. I knew that at some point, i would get back here, i just didn't know how. i figured i had my bus pass, so in theory, i'd come back just the opposite of the way i left. Take the 6 to the 2 and then walk home...
however....
things don't always end up how i expect them to. I was headed to Mr. Peabody's on Friars, to meet up with a few people from work. that was the easy part, took my book (The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho), hopped on the 2, then the 6 and got to Fashion Valley at about 6:30, from the bus stop to the place took about 10ish minutes to walk. had a great time will i was there. just chatting and hanging out. didn't drink much lots of water. lots and lots of water. a tequila shot. and a vodka tonic. and more water.
anyhow, 5 or so short hours later, they were closing and we were sent to the world to get back to our dwellings. most of them lived close enough to walk home, one stayed at one of the others house, and i headed back to Fashion Vally Trolley Stop.
Ten or so minutes later, i wandered up to the #6 schedule and found that it stopped running an hour prior.
fantastic.
I hear a trolley coming so i run up the stairs just in time to catch it. It takes me to old town. which isn't much closer to where i need to be, but it's not in the valley, which, honestly, wouldn't be a problem either. there really wasn't any fantastic place to be, but i was there... and the blue line was waiting for me, which was nice. i took that down town expecting that i'd would drop be off at the trolley station where i caught it to go to mexico...
but no...
Instead it takes me to Sea Port Village, drops me off right at Kansas City Barbecue. so now i'm way past were i wanted to be, whcih was the bus stop on Fifth and Broadway (i'm familiar with that one).
By now it's about 1 a.m. and i'm wandering around down town, which really isn't uncommon on a friday night in down town, there were a lot of people wandering around the Gaslamp and surrounding areas. I think i was the only one holding a book. which i was glad i had, because by the time i reached my bus stop it was about 1:30.
no idea when the 2 would make it, which was the bus that would drop me off right around the corner from my house.... so i waited. At one point the 7 came by, which would have brought me withing about 20 minutes of my house. it would have dropped my off at University Ave. which after a quick walked down 30th, i'd be home.
I walked up to the 7, and asked the drive what time the 2 stopped running, and he stated as if he knew what he was talking about "You can still catch it."
You, Andrew, if you wait at this bus stop just a little while longer, will catch the number 2 bus and take it right to your house.
So, it was, that i waited, and read my book, one more chapter, still waiting, another chapter, waiting, lending some guy my cell phone, waiting... until about 2:28 a.m. when there hadn't been a bus for more than half an hour, i realized that... No, no you can't catch the two becaust i stopped running well before i got to that bus stop, and Mr. driver of the 7... you were so so wrong. it would have loved it more had he said "I don't know, let's find out".
ass.
So, i closed my book, looked at the clock on my phone, said a resigned "fuck", then took off walking home. walking from Fifth avenue to 17th or 18th, over the bridge across the 5, then i made a left, wander to the base of Pershing Drive, said a few more colorful metaphors, mentioned to myself that i really didn't want to walk up Pershing (for those unfamilar, it's a 2.5 mile road with a very long hill for about half a mile of it or more). I kept going, and by 3:15, i was home. sweaty, because it was a warm night last night, and i had been walking for 45 minutes,
I came to the realization that there aren't as many crazy people wandering around at night... because once i left the bus stop, i was pretty much the only person wandering around down town talking to myself. I wanted to call some people but, it was super crazy late, and i didn't want to wake anyone up.
Perhaps that makes me the crazy one?
