March 22, 2022

It kind of made me laugh. The way you talked about wanting to fly to New York for a long weekend, and how we spent all night one night refreshing the page so that we could get the cheapest flight. It doesn’t matter how many stops, you kept saying, just as long as we get to New York, eventually. That all went out the window when you decided that the cheapest way to get to New York from Cleveland was by Greyhound bus, which was crazy to me. The bus was about a hundred dollars less and about seven hours longer. It didn’t make sense but after a night’s rest you changed your mind and said going by bus was the best way to go because the bus was the most direct route –––– no stoping or flying south down to Atlanta just to fly back north again up to New York. So we went to New York by bus; we went to New York by Greyhound bus, and the bus left at five in the morning, so my sister dropped us off at the Greyhound station at four in the morning. We stayed up all night playing go fish and drinking whiskey, so by the time we climbed abroad the bus at a quarter-till-five it was already bedtime, and we knew we’d make it to New York by that afternoon, which ––– the more that I thought about it, just made sense. It just made sense.