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Hog Butcher Part 1
Jun. 16th, 2004 03:11 pmSo, the trip out here to Chicago was...well, mostly uneventful--the train was almost an hour late arriving in Pittsburgh, and by the time we got to the Hog Butcher we were running a full two hours plus behind schedule. God fuck you in the cerebellum, Amtrak. I can't really complain, though: the trip was fairly comfrotable, though I barely slept--everytime I'd start to doze off, something really LOUD would crash under the wheels of the coach and shock me back into wakefulness with terrible thoughts of DERAILING! More importantly, though, I was stuffed into a single seat next to a big fat lady (who was nice and okay to talk to, just...really massive) so I couldn't really get comfortable no matter how I tried to sandwich my skinny ass sideways into the seat and thereby provide myself with a modicum of relaxation. Ohwell, no biggie: I was pretty wired anyway, what with knowing that today, in just a few hours, I'd be seeing Skinny Fucking Puppy for the first time ever.
Some random thoughts from the trainride:
Indiana is nearly featureless. I swear to god the entire state is just one big quilt of farmlands, small pockets of forest, and weird little towns that ALL look like Haddonfield. I swear I kept expecting to see Michael Myers standing by the train tracks watching us go by.
Leaving Pittsburgh by train is a fascinating sight. But once you actually get beyond Pittsburgh, apparently, the train tracks cut through Limbo--nothing to see but blackness (and I mean totally NON-bootylicious blackness here) and occasional flashes of halogen streetlight. Eerie as fucking hell.
You meet the WEIRDEST people on the train. For some reason, this random weird girl was wandering around the cars today just after dawn--and she decided to talk to me. She said she just somehow knew that I was involved in the theatre...which, mind you, in the past I was (I did a lot of acting and theatrical makeup when I was in college, but haven't done squat since then). I was bored so I figured, hell, maybe I could kill some time talking to her, since she was the only person on the entire train under the age of 500. Turned out that even having just a random conversation about theatre was damnear impossible because this girl was fucking weird. She would just babble on and on about stuff she'd done in highschool with amateur theatre and then go completely silent and starey for, like, ten minutes. It just creeped me out, so I dozed the rest of the way in to Chicago. Oh, and she's on her way to New Mexico, where she's originally from--which just further adds evidence to a longstanding theory of mine: the only normal people in the desert southwest are the Native American inhabitants and Latinos, who apparently have evolved a natural resistance to the brain-destroying heat.
Now, off to eat and go to tha show. Fucking lucky bitch aRvin got to hang out with cEvin and Nivek last night. Fucking BITCH. Ohwell, we'll probably all go drinking with 'em again tonight. :) Hopefully, we'll go drinkin' with 'em again in Philly, as well, 'cause that way Vanessa will be there, and can enjoy the awesomeness, too. I miss her so much already. But, I'll be back home in a just over a day and a half, so....
Some random thoughts from the trainride:
Indiana is nearly featureless. I swear to god the entire state is just one big quilt of farmlands, small pockets of forest, and weird little towns that ALL look like Haddonfield. I swear I kept expecting to see Michael Myers standing by the train tracks watching us go by.
Leaving Pittsburgh by train is a fascinating sight. But once you actually get beyond Pittsburgh, apparently, the train tracks cut through Limbo--nothing to see but blackness (and I mean totally NON-bootylicious blackness here) and occasional flashes of halogen streetlight. Eerie as fucking hell.
You meet the WEIRDEST people on the train. For some reason, this random weird girl was wandering around the cars today just after dawn--and she decided to talk to me. She said she just somehow knew that I was involved in the theatre...which, mind you, in the past I was (I did a lot of acting and theatrical makeup when I was in college, but haven't done squat since then). I was bored so I figured, hell, maybe I could kill some time talking to her, since she was the only person on the entire train under the age of 500. Turned out that even having just a random conversation about theatre was damnear impossible because this girl was fucking weird. She would just babble on and on about stuff she'd done in highschool with amateur theatre and then go completely silent and starey for, like, ten minutes. It just creeped me out, so I dozed the rest of the way in to Chicago. Oh, and she's on her way to New Mexico, where she's originally from--which just further adds evidence to a longstanding theory of mine: the only normal people in the desert southwest are the Native American inhabitants and Latinos, who apparently have evolved a natural resistance to the brain-destroying heat.
Now, off to eat and go to tha show. Fucking lucky bitch aRvin got to hang out with cEvin and Nivek last night. Fucking BITCH. Ohwell, we'll probably all go drinking with 'em again tonight. :) Hopefully, we'll go drinkin' with 'em again in Philly, as well, 'cause that way Vanessa will be there, and can enjoy the awesomeness, too. I miss her so much already. But, I'll be back home in a just over a day and a half, so....
