Train fun.

Here's the thing about train stations- they're not as charming as they seem. Turns out they're nothing at all how I imagined them to be. I'm not sure what I expected, well actually I know exactly what I expected and that was marble staircases and gold pillars and men in suits smoking cigars and women in square heels and dresses drinking cocktails smoking long cigarettes Cruella DeVill style. Much to my dismay, train stations have evolved with time and are not permanently stuck in the 1920's as I was obviously thinking. Chris got off work early Friday so naturally I suggested we head to the station early to have a view drinks. Welp, the only places at the St. Louis station (KFC and Burger King) did not serve the glass of Chardonnay I was craving. I should have taken note of the numerous pay phones as a bad sign, and the fact that all of the pay phones were in use as an even worse sign. I was starting to get very uncomfortable and was wishing I wasn't dressed in my new White Citizens. Chris was very patient and kindly asked me what was I expecting. I told him my dream of the marble and gold and dressed up people from the thirties. He told me the fact that people who take trains are people who can't afford cars, he knew this all along but thought it best for me to find it out on my own. He's always making me learn life lessons the hard way.
I feel like I just have oodles more to say about the quick weekend in Chicagoprah about being egged, and the Stanley Cup, and trashy train people playing sexual games, and mean conductor man solving spousal fights but I have to jet because now it's time for vacation number two in California. You know that great commercial on tv with Arnold Terminator man and other celebs talking about how great California is? Well I'm basically doing everything from that commercial. Napa, San Fran, Pebble Beach for a little tourny called the U.S. Open and ext ext. Should be fun. I'm hoping to shout mean things at Tiger.