Campfyre Stories

… it’s that I really dislike airplanes.

So I’ll be going on a work hard/play hard business trip in August down in D.C.  I asked my company if it was ok for me to take the train (only a 6 hour ride) instead of flying and my statement that I don’t mind flying, but I can’t stand planes elicited laughter.

But it’s true.  There’s no leg room, there’s no getting up and walking around, everyone is in a bad mood and trapped in this squished cabin, it’s expensive and I doubt they’d let me carry on my guitar (which I am not leaving at home for a week).  Planes, to me, feel like being on Greyhound, and I do adore trains.

Not only can I get up and walk around, I can go to a communal area and connect with other people.  I can not only bring, but play my guitar.  I can sleep, I can plug in, most trains have wi-fi these days, certainly they must from NYC to DC.

I can’t neglect to mention the stories.  I mean, think about it.  Wouldn’t you rather read cool stories about interesting people I met or unusual encounters I had than to hear me complain about being trapped in a tin can with pissed off people who just wanted to be there already?  Gods forbid that something actually HAPPENS on a plane, really.  It would be just my luck to wind up on a plane where someone has a medical emergency in the seat next to me.

Yeah, not so much with the whole plane business.

So I’m gonna take the train and, in a very cool turn of events, I have a ride home with my boss.

Of course, I have a whole month before this even happens and all kinds of plans during that time…