1am CTrain Ride.

Today I ran... not a sprint kind of a run... but a little more than a like jog, lets say... either way, enough to get me to sit for 10minutes afterward trying to catch my breath (I super suck at running).
Ranchmans does it to me ever time. Every fuken time I have to run for that Heritage Park Ctrain, and everytime I end up missing it and crying about it, or getting a ride with an old guy, or making a pathetic phone call to my roommates, or walking home. Boohoo me. But it happens.
Not today... I ran.... 2 minutes on (well maybe like 1min and 10sec) and like 4 minutes off, but I did it... and as the train pulled into the station, i tried to run the last stretch, up the escalator (so slowly though, i was done) and down the stairs (trying not to roll the whole way down)... .but i got there... first and prolly only time. Anyway, not the point of the story.

As I was sitting there resting from my unanticipated "moving" after having dranken a bit that night, I closed my eyes and listened to the bullshit conversation going on on the train. There was some old drunk guy just going on and on talking to himself and anyone that would listen. Talking about absolutely nothing, and repeating "I could skate circles around you" to random people.
2 stops later, 3 girls got on. Dressed night-club-esque. The guy looks up at them and says "hey ladies, you having a good night?". I guess one of them rolled their eyes at him and answered "it's not bad". To which drunken old fool said "the reason you guys aren't having a good night, is cuz you're all fat!". Haha, this caused ruccus on the train for the next 3 stops. A number of men stood u ready to fight this guy.. they threatened to throw him out, ect ect. Hillarious.

Buddy gets off the train. 3 new guys get on. Comment right away "that broad ain't wearing any shoes" says guy #1. "I can't wait till they all stop wearing pants and do it Lady Gaga styles" says guy #2. Then they proceed to sit down beside me and talk about random things, including how i'm being a loser and "blogging" while on the Ctrain. Those guys also got the address of my blog, so hopefully they're not too drunk to not remember it, and hit me up to say hi.

And to think. I coulda gotten into a car with a drunk driver tonight and died. But, if riding the Ctrain is my consolation prize. I'll take it. Hillarious!