Trainride from Hell

The morning was so peaceful. I took the metro, the nice, clean metro to Union Station, where I picked up my ticket and a cup of cheap coffee before hopping onto the amtrak train to go home to Providence.

I finished my book, ate my lunch, and then we stopped at Newark. It was so peaceful until then. Now, I'm heading into Connecticut with a group of I think military men, all from New York, and I want to kill myself.

They remind me of the bros at my school. They can't function without eachother, to the point where they called eachother and made them all come to my car. Fml.

Now they are buying beers (because naturally these type of men can't handle going more than a few hours without beer) and are involved in discussions about which bars would be best to go to once they arrive in Boston. One guy complained that he is still hungover from St. Patrick's day, while the only woman in the group announced she brought her camera (no surprise). Needless to say, I might throw myself out the emergency exit. I thought that these kind of people only exisited in college, that eventually they grow up and realize that life is more than just being sent on trips by your job to get drunk. Talk about a downside to the realworld. Here I was thinking that upon graduating the men would mature. False. They don't change.

I have to admit, a beer would be great right now. At least I could relax. But it's funny how now I'm sitting here thinking 'is this what my life would be like if I had stayed with my ex? Thank god I'm broke away from that.'

Maybe it's a bias against new york. For whatever reason, despite the number of times I've visited New York and tried to like it, so far it is my least favorite city in the United States. Sorry world, but NYC is overrated. I like the Met, and the Cloister Museum, but that's it. Every other city I've been to in the US I've loved, but not NYC. I'd take Naples over New York anyday.