in reverse
on the trip home i once again ran into jon the emo kid, on the commuter train from ottawa to montreal. we then met stephanie the exceptionally talkative and innocent [often naive] 1st year carleton student. the three of us decided to share the ride back to NS.
On tuesdays and Thursdays, it is not the regular via rail trains that run, but the new-fangle cars they recieved from overseas [france's rejects..] "the renaissance" train. if you ask me, we should be selling trains to france and not the other way around, because this was no improvement. the cars were much narrower, set up more like an airplan inside, with very little leg room or storage, a dining car with no chef [so all the meals also resemble pre-prepared mucho-expensive airline food], and no bubble car!
so rather than sit compressed into our individual seats next to my mom and nan- jon, stephanie and i went to the lounge to hang out.
there we met 3 other travelling students who invited us into their card game; Gilda [pronounced jilda] and Joe, from montreal, on their way to halifax on a month-long cross-canada tour. and Miranda, a halifax resident on her way home from montreal [who i later found out was 'partenered' and gave me her number so we can all hit up the vortex sometime].
jon imformed them all it was my birthday, so at midnight they sang me a tune and joe passed over his quart of irish cream for a few swings. we played 'asshole', 'truth or truth' [which started out as truth or dare, but there was only so much we could do on the train] and drank illegally in the lounge car until about 5am, when we all sort of unanimously decided to try for a few hours of sleep before our stops.
altogether a much more social voyage than most of my family vacations end up being. good times were definately had.
on the trip home i once again ran into jon the emo kid, on the commuter train from ottawa to montreal. we then met stephanie the exceptionally talkative and innocent [often naive] 1st year carleton student. the three of us decided to share the ride back to NS.
On tuesdays and Thursdays, it is not the regular via rail trains that run, but the new-fangle cars they recieved from overseas [france's rejects..] "the renaissance" train. if you ask me, we should be selling trains to france and not the other way around, because this was no improvement. the cars were much narrower, set up more like an airplan inside, with very little leg room or storage, a dining car with no chef [so all the meals also resemble pre-prepared mucho-expensive airline food], and no bubble car!
so rather than sit compressed into our individual seats next to my mom and nan- jon, stephanie and i went to the lounge to hang out.
there we met 3 other travelling students who invited us into their card game; Gilda [pronounced jilda] and Joe, from montreal, on their way to halifax on a month-long cross-canada tour. and Miranda, a halifax resident on her way home from montreal [who i later found out was 'partenered' and gave me her number so we can all hit up the vortex sometime].
jon imformed them all it was my birthday, so at midnight they sang me a tune and joe passed over his quart of irish cream for a few swings. we played 'asshole', 'truth or truth' [which started out as truth or dare, but there was only so much we could do on the train] and drank illegally in the lounge car until about 5am, when we all sort of unanimously decided to try for a few hours of sleep before our stops.
altogether a much more social voyage than most of my family vacations end up being. good times were definately had.
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