On the train to CHIT 2007
Oct. 26th, 2007 10:51 pmTaking the train from NJ to DC is fun. It's fun (and not to mention quicker than flying!!) As long as you're not stuck in traffic on the way to the train station for over an hour. That was the case with my trip to Newark tonight after work. I had planned everything after work to make it home in record time - 45 minutes! Even had 10 minutes wiggle time. On the way, I had to call Amtrak and reset my ticket because NNJ drivers don't know what to do with rain on a Friday night.
I must say that Amtrak's customer service reps were amazingly helpful and to the point. They had my credit card info and were to put everything through, so that when I got to the station to pick up my ticket, everything was taken care of.
Matt and I happily had some down time with each other before my train pulled up and out. We got a slice of pizza and had a salad. All for a grand total of just under 250 calories. Very pleasant - woulda been more pleasant if there weren't tons of homeless and drunks all over the place. It was both sad and disturbing. On the one hand you want to help them somehow - even to buy the homeless (and seemingly mentally ill) people begging some food. On the other, we just wanted to eat our little slice of Pakistani-Italian heaven beofre I left for the weekend.
We walked around the station taking in the experience of train travel. Matt calmly admitted that he never has to go back to that station ever again. I intend to help him in that endeavor.
I must say that Amtrak's customer service reps were amazingly helpful and to the point. They had my credit card info and were to put everything through, so that when I got to the station to pick up my ticket, everything was taken care of.
Matt and I happily had some down time with each other before my train pulled up and out. We got a slice of pizza and had a salad. All for a grand total of just under 250 calories. Very pleasant - woulda been more pleasant if there weren't tons of homeless and drunks all over the place. It was both sad and disturbing. On the one hand you want to help them somehow - even to buy the homeless (and seemingly mentally ill) people begging some food. On the other, we just wanted to eat our little slice of Pakistani-Italian heaven beofre I left for the weekend.
We walked around the station taking in the experience of train travel. Matt calmly admitted that he never has to go back to that station ever again. I intend to help him in that endeavor.