Distancing DC – well here we go. We’re off to the city of New York.
The remainder of our trip in DC
consisted of hanging out with friends, visiting the museum of Natural History…I
know, I know…Daniels going to be jealous, but keeping that in mind, we didn’t
even visit the gem collection (for which Andrew gave a sigh of relief :}). Annie has been working crazy hours at work
and yet still finding time to entertain us with late nights at IHOP. The second time we went to IHOP Annie had
tons of work, so we stayed at IHOP from probably 11:30 until a little after
3:30. We had only ordered coffee and
tea, feeling guilty as Annie is apt to do, she gave our waiter, Geffrey, a $10
tip on an $8 bill. He was profuse in his
excitement, it was no wonder than that when we went to IHOP on our last night
in DC and had the same waiter that he was ridiculously friendly. I’m not complaining though, I got a hot fudge
sundae for the price of an ice cream scoop.
We were eventually driven out by the drunk college students though.
Our last day in DC was packed with goodbyes, breakfast with
Ken, the park with Tami and Devon, the DC
Shortfilm festival with Afia and ate Potbelly sandwiches, and IHOP with Annie.
So back to where we are…the Chinatown
bus going from DC to NY. While our
original plan was to drive to NY, in light of the ridiculous amount of work
that Annie has been doing, and the rising price of gas, it was soon clear that
it made more sense to take a bus. We
made reservations on the 8:00 Chinatown bus
and planned to leave the house at 6:30 as we were supposed to be 30 minutes
early. Imagine our consternation when
Andrew woke up at 6:24 and he was the only one awake. Thankfully we had all packed the night
before, so we hefted up our packs and suitcases and flew out the door. Ok, with a 28 pound bag I was more like a
turtle shuffling awkwardly as opposed to flying, but nonetheless. We got our tickets at the ticket machine and
took our trains to Chinatown. Only when we tried to leave, the ticket booth
wouldn’t let us out. We hadn’t put the
additional sixty cents necessary for riding during rush hour. The ticket assistant said we had to put more
money on…only the only money we had was a $10 or a credit card and the machines
would only take $1’s and $5’s and no credit cards. I honestly thought the guy wasn’t going to
let us out of the kiosks. Eventually
though we made it to China
Town and we were on our way. Unshowered,
Unshaved, unslept, and Unfed—thank heaven for the extra ice cream.
