So as I mentioned, I spent this past weekend in Boston for a wing/karaoke night reunion with my friends Kari, Scott, and Gabe. More posts to follow on the ridiculousness of the weekend, including an especially absurd video clip of a karaoke rendition of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy."
But for now, I'd like to bitch about my method of getting to Boston. I decided to take the Megabus to Boston because, well, it is so fucking cheap. A round trip ticket to Boston from New York cost $32. My dinner on Saturday night cost more than $32. My father, the snob that he is, was upset that I was taking the bus as he said that I would be surrounded by derelects and low lives. Well, sorry, YOUR MAJESTY, I am on a budget and flying or taking the train would be way too expensive, especially when all I want to spent my money on is booze and good food.
One of my co-workers told me that she got lice when she took the bus and my boss told me that buses are the most dangerous mode of transportation. When I asked her where she was getting this statistic and she screamed something about how all of the drivers are drunk, handicapped, or both.
Whatever. You can't beat 30 bucks.
When I got on the Megabus, however, I was pleasantly surprised at first. It was clean, air-conditioned, and it had free WiFi. The people on the bus weren't scumbags, but people my age who couldn't afford anything as ritzy as Amtrak.
The driving, however, was another story. My boss was right. I felt like I was going to die. I emailed her the following SOS message from my phone:
To: My Boss
Subject: Megabus Megasucks
There are no seatbelts and the driver is Stevie Wonder. Death is imminent. See you never.
Her response was "Must you give me a heart attack while I'm on my vacation?"
I guess I got what I paid for.
Labels: Bitter Bitching, NYC