Do you ever have one of those weekends, where nothing gets accomplished… where none of the tasks which you intended on doing ever got done… where all the plans you actually tried to make, didn’t really work out… yet, it still felt like a perfect weekend? I just had one of those weekends… and I can’t begin to describe how nice it was. Crazy, huh?

SIDE-STORY: Caltrain operators are ho-bags. (Can I call them that? I don’t care, it’s my website.) Well, they are…

[The setting: 10:04pm - Guy and girl jump off the late bus and run to the station in an attempt to catch a 10 o'clock train about 100 feet away. When they get to the gate, it was apparent that the train had just left as a thirty-something wench lady removes the "10:00pm" sign]

Unnamed Stud: “How long ago did the train leave?”

Ho-bag: [looks at watch briefly] “Well it’s ten oh four and forty-five seconds” [without giving anyone a chance to respond, ho-bag prances off with chest held high... literally]

[girl flips off the train operator as she's not looking ]

[close curtain]