‘Bout to see a whole bunch of these when I roll up into Western Massachusetts tomorrow afternoon. MEGABUS IS MEGAFUN. It’s actually usually MEGAAWFUL, but I’ll be en route to see my family, drink loads of local craft brews and breathe in some non-NYC-perverted air. And all of that is cool.
Also I get to point and make fun of my sister for being
fat pregnant. Double fun!
THE TEMPTATIONS: I Wish It Would Rain
I got to walk about a mile in the rain with my luggage in D.C. this morning. When Megabus finally dumped me back off in New York, freeze-water dumped all over my wet rat self as I tried to hail a cab for a half hour.
Wish granted, you buttheads.
An Accidental Love Story: My Megabus Boyfriend
It’s really good that I have an $80 piece of luggage because otherwise I’d feel guilty about the way I abuse it while sprinting to travel. Last night I tore through Port Authority to be the last person in line for an 11 p.m. bus to D.C.
The bottom half looked pretty full, folks taking the aisle seat and a glazed stare only. In my wilted defeat of the day, I approached the first aisler I saw. He was a large man in a tan T-shirt and what looked like either a puka shell necklace or rosary. Jovially enough, he rose to let me collapse in the window.
And then our romance began.
Friday afternoon I boarded a bus very hungover for a trying five hour ride south. I stayed in DC this weekend to visit my super pregnant friend, Alexis. That’s her up there kicking yoga’s ass at eight months. She is going to be a mind-blowing momma and each moment enduring the pain on MegaBus was worth it to hug her and her sweet partner, Graham, who shot this.