Easiest bus ride ever!
Well, for all my bitching, getting upstate by bus on Wednesday was pretty damn easy. First off, Julie let me off early (you know that bit about the coolest boss? Still right up there.) Then, Greyhound had about a billion extra people working (or port authority did,) either way, the place was working like clockwork for once.
I had a 5:30 bus ticket and was able to get on one by 3:45, and we left the station by 4... I was already highly impressed. They were running TONS of extra busses on every line, and there were even less crowds fighting for a position in line than usual. It was pretty cool
The verdict is still out as far as what's going to happen sunday, mostly because I have no idea what time I should be travelling, but there's a good chance that they'll have all their ducks in a row again, and as long as traffic doesn't shut down the road like that time i had to take the Taconic a few years back, i think we should be fine.
In other news, thanksgiving dinner was great, and the leftovers will be even better if previous years are any indiciation, and it's just been good to be home overall. My brother and I are getting along better than we have in quite a while... It seems like as time goes by, we're starting to understand eachother more and more. At some point years ago, each of us became misfits in our own (very different) way, but I think we're finally getting to the point where we can see the commonality in that, and go from there.
I'm starting to feel more and more that I don't have to hide from him, on a lot of different levels. For years there was quite a rift between us due to our different social status in High School, although we didn't attend at the same time. Most of my behaviour there would have branded me a fag, freak, dork, or loser in the eyes of the HS incarnation of my brother, and probably would have elicted an attempted beating at some point.
Now, hes quite a number of years older, and pretty far removed from the "Big Man on Campus" football-jock mentality. He's also been through a number of problems of his own.
So i'm being less guarded, even sharing a secret or two, and so is he... Hiding less is good.
