September 9th

So yesterday was travel day. I decided to go up a day early so as to avoid any travel problems that might arrive if I left Sunday, just to be safe.

So I get on my 2:00 pm Amtrak and it is empty. Awesome. That means I will not have to share a seat with anyone, which usually forces me to bring my legs together which leads to my knees hitting the seat in front of me, which on a crowded train usually means some jackass in front of me HAS to recline the whole way.

Just before the train pulls out, a young Asian man sits in the seat across from me. I mention the fact that he is Asian because he reminded me of Lloyd on Entourage. But more gay. It may have been the fact that he weighed 98 lbs, has well gelled hair and had a soft appearance. Or the fact that he pronounced Stanford with eight “S”‘s.

So Lloyd squared is sitting right next to me as I am trying to write and then he gets on his phone and proceeds to have a loud hour long conversation. Horribly annoying, but not ass annoying as what would come next.

When we hit Old Saybrook, Connecticut we are informed that a barge hit a bridge up ahead and engineers need to come and inspect the structural integrity of the bridge before we can cross it. Good thing I left a day early. DAMN you Al Qaeda – attacking such prime targets like the Old Saybrook bridge.

So we were able to get off the train and walk around and I will tell you, Old Saybrook has a grat train platform.

90 minutes later we get moving and I see that Lloyd has made a special friend on the train. A 40-something man with ball bearing looking earrings in his ears, who apparently missed his flight to Thailand. The next 90 minutes of the trip was them discussing “tops” and “bottoms” and “penis.” Fascinating stuff really. I was waiting for them to go in the bathroom and join the 120 mph club. But then I realized something – gay dudes on trains have it made over straight dudes.

Every guy at some point, hopes a hot chick will be in their car and will strike up a conversation with them, in the off chance that that day is the day that their life becomes a porno.

“Hey, so you like trains?”

“Yes, do you want to make out?”

“YES!”

Pretty simple fantasy, but one thing gets in the way. Girls, with their, “I don’t know you,” or “Let go of me, this is my stop.” But not the case with gay dudes. They are two dudes, so they know what’s up. Only problem with that scenario for me, no girl.

So we arrived at Bosotn 90 minutes late. I checked in at the Doubletree and ate a delicious wam cookie and then walked to the local theater to catch a picture show to kill some time.

I went to see Little miss Sunshine. Greg Kinnear for me is one of the most underrated actors in Hollywood. It is a very good movie (it may be slightly better than Cars, which would give Greg Kinnear the top two spots on my summer movie list (Invincible and LMS). Really hilarious ending that is also sweet at the same time.

So tonight is the night. 1st round. 5 minutes. Tune in tomorrow to see how my set went, whether I advanced and how my midnight Greyhound back to the city fares.