Chapter 2: In which our hero gets lost, found, lost again, and retires for the morning.

Oog, long week, but I've finally got a minute to update this thing.

So Monday night, I had a great evening with an old internet friend. She'd just moved up to NY (well, Jersey City) so I wanted to show her some fun places to hang out. It was pretty late, so I escorted her home to make sure she got there ok. On my way back into the city, everything went wrong, then right, then wrong, then right again.

So, the train decides to simpy stop at some random station in Jersey with no further connections at that station (at least none that were announced. After an hour of waiting some of us got a bit antsy and decided to find alternative ways home. Some people found rides, others called taxis. I knew a taxi from Jersey to Brooklyn would be way out of my pricerange, so I decided to hoof it to the next nearest station. Little did I know that "just down the street" really meant that I needed to wind around a daedalean labyrinth of streets for five miles.

By about 4:30 AM, I ran into a group of guys looking for the same station. They were a bluegrass band from Dublin. They had a few 40's and spare cigarettes. We ended up searching through abandoned Jersey streets for an hour before finding the station, but in the meantime we had some amazing conversations about travel, Americana, Dublin, and one of the band members whom they seem to have lost sometime during the evening.

All said, I made it home just in time to watch the sunrise and take a quick nap before showering for work.