I have so much to tell you, it hurts.

If you're familiar with my missed flights/trains/etc from Europe last semester, I should tell you this.

I left at 2 PM on friday to visit Ben at Bard. I sent out an all campus email to see if anyone else needed a ride to NY, and had already cajoled the girl who replied to skip her friday classes. In the email ("Need a Ride to NYC This Weekend?") I neglected to mention that I had no intentions of bringing anyone into any boroughs. In fact, I was only half-sure that Ben said there was a train station near Bard.

If we've met before, ever you can stop reading right now, because you know exactly what happened. I screwed around and got lost ("Another Dunkin' Donuts? Alright! You mind if we stop again?") and pulled up to the trainstation about an hour after the last train left for the night.

Had someone done this to me, I'd like to think I would say something. Ben has a single the size of an astrovan--with a couch and a loveseat inside. She was a good sport about sleeping in a stranger's house. Not that she could have done much else.

I drove her to the trainstation early, and realized why I have such a hard time getting people to do things with me.

....more to come.