The Magical Bus Ride by JMcQ

If any of you have seen my spiffy blue hair lately, then you probably know that I was up visiting my girlfriend on my birthday. I took the bus up to Lansing on the Friday before my birthday (my birthday was on a Sunday), making sure to skip both of my classes for the day. I felt so luck, as a guy in my dorm was gracious enough to drive me out to Indianapolis. My ass still doesn't have a car. So, we get there, and I wait for a little for the bus.

The bus ride up to Lansing was pretty boring, except that the bus was uber-full. I pushed my way through just to ensure that I wouldn't have to wait for another bus, but after that, it was smooth (albeit cramped) sailing. Fast forward about 3 hours. Put me in Gary, Indiana's bus stop for about another 3 hours. For those of you unfamiliar with Gary's terminal, it is the single worst bus terminal�ever. Nothing to do, and its only redeeming quality is the fact that the second floor is relatively quiet. Sure, there are people coming in from the Amtrak station, but I still got pantloads of reading done.

Only waiting an extra half-hour in Kalamazoo, I get to Lansing about 11:30. The best moment of the year had to be when I saw Alyson sitting outside on a bench. I almost cried. Her embrace felt so familiar, so comfortable, so right. It was as if nothing had changed. We crashed soon after the pizza is finished, and I got to explore Lansing while Alyson had to work. Fun enough, but even only being a mile away from Alyson was hard. I decided to eat lunch, and bother her for another hour or so. We went to the mall, where she bought some beautiful, hip clothing, spending obscene amounts of money on it. But I�m a cheap person, so I can let her describe it when she finds some more time to come out with Antigone #2.

The next morning, we left early for the bus station, and she drops me off, as she has a church gig right after. I have more time to finish up the book I was reading, "When Harlem Was in Vogue", by David Levering Lewis. After that, I decide to hit the bathroom one last time before the bus comes, and when I come out these three punky/gothy/whatever kids were standing there. We were bullshitting for a little while, and they start up with "That must be his old lady", when Alyson came up behind me. Now, at 19, am I that venerable a creature? I wonder what those kids said after I left. I mean, I think I'm still young�I didn't have any facial hair at the time, and my hair was Smurf-colored. Hm. I have no clue. 2 hectic days of running around felt as if it was an eternity, and with that valuable time, I know all the better that Alyson is the girl for me. And also, that Mr. Green is the mythical nectar of the Gods.

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