I am taking the bus from Vancouver to Seattle to meet one of my most dearest friends in the world for dinner and twelve amazing women.
I love this. I love the bus, I love the idea of the dinner. I just plain love this.
Whilst on the bus, I met the most fascinating, hungry woman who ended up sitting to my right and chatting with me about everything from gender studies, racism, roommates, family, introspection, changing the world, and school all in a matter of 2 hours. How cool is that?
The two men behind me are discussing the economic crisis in the US and ways of changing and fixing it while the woman to my left has her head neatly tucked in the middle of a foam crescent moon, sleeping . I am surrounded by strangers and yet infinitely fascinated.
I love things like buses and trains, you have a whole whack of people who would never choose to sit together, jammed into a box on wheels for any number of hours. I love to make up stories about the people around me, like… maybe the two men in the back are conspiracy theorists and they are heading to DC to blow up the White House, and the crescent pillow lady to my left is so tired because she was up all night getting wasted at an underground rave in Vancouver.
So fun we are.