Oh Knight Bus, Where Art Thou?
August 4th 2006 13:43
I really hate going home. You know, the end of the evening, when mascara has smudged everywhere (well some of you know), your feet hurt, the excitement is over and it’s freezing outside!
Yes, it’s depressing. But I think there is an especial kind of depression to trying to catch the bus at 3 am. Usually it’s just not there. (Timetables! They lie!) And if it is there, it’s completely packed to the roof with people and whizzes cheerfully right past you as you shiver and clutch your elbows in an attempt to stay upright.
And if it does stop, there is vomit. Everywhere. Wet or semi-dry, leaving lingering stains and all-pervasive odour.
Interestingly enough, after a few trips it becomes possible to distinguish who’s been drinking what by the distinctive aromas of their spew. Eau de beer takes the cake for grossness, but surprisingly enough regurgitated vodka runs a close acrid second. I know, it’s ick and totally disgusting. I hate vomit, and buses that smell thereof. But at least they take you home.
And getting home is the nice part. And falling into bed. (To shower or not to shower?) And it’s most satisfying when you’re not showering and falling alone.
Yes, it’s depressing. But I think there is an especial kind of depression to trying to catch the bus at 3 am. Usually it’s just not there. (Timetables! They lie!) And if it is there, it’s completely packed to the roof with people and whizzes cheerfully right past you as you shiver and clutch your elbows in an attempt to stay upright.
And if it does stop, there is vomit. Everywhere. Wet or semi-dry, leaving lingering stains and all-pervasive odour.
Interestingly enough, after a few trips it becomes possible to distinguish who’s been drinking what by the distinctive aromas of their spew. Eau de beer takes the cake for grossness, but surprisingly enough regurgitated vodka runs a close acrid second. I know, it’s ick and totally disgusting. I hate vomit, and buses that smell thereof. But at least they take you home.
And getting home is the nice part. And falling into bed. (To shower or not to shower?) And it’s most satisfying when you’re not showering and falling alone.
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