My friend Gail came to visit last week. She arrived 4 hours late on the train. If your'e looking for a good time while travelling without too much concern about time, the train's the thing. The good people who work at the station don't know anything about when or if the train will arrive, though. I kept calling Gail's cellphone and promptly being accosted by other people who were waiting to get any scrap of information I had, then trying to strike up a converstation. There's a different, more desperate crowd at the train station than I'm used to at the airport.

Since I moved west from Ohio 6 years ago, I've gotten very used to flying all the time. Most of the time people don't bother you in the airport but the train station has fewer (read none) amenities than the airport.

Used priceline successfully today for the first time. Usually, I use expedia. Even though it's a Microshit product, it beats the competition hands-down for good prices. I bought a ticket for my friend Amy's upcoming visit, which will conincide with my 27th birthday and party. Just like last year, I guess I'll be having a frozen girlie drink party. There's something about a slushie with hooch added that gives me great joy.