Tuesday, July 18, 2006 - 8:15 a.m.

My friend Patrick and I went to a birthday party for our friend Michael last night. Since the party was in the neighborhood and we have AC, he decided to stay over. We drug our hungover asses on the train.

I was dismayed that he took the staircase I never take, sits in the front of the train. I was surprised how this broke up the morning rut. He did choose a seat that was facing backwards at the end of the car so I could see everything passing me.

The first time ever, I fell asleep. Trying not to lose my breakfast watching the backward riding and the trust of my friend to watch my bag, I dozed off. I just hope I did not snore.


Monday, July 17, 2006 - 5:40 p.m.

I had to run an errand after work to Crate and Barrel. So when I entered the train station at Chicago, I had already walked from the river to Chicago. The train was crowded and I was sweating. I saw one open seat and like a little old lady I bolted for it - basically cutting in front of a guy with a Brooks Brothers bag.