We Know Where You Live...Sort of

I've never taken the bus. This has been one of my lifetime goals, up there with earning a nobel prize and owning a chihuahua (okay, not really). Helen and I almost took one the other day, but neither of us believed the other one really wanted to hop on a random bus to nowhere, and the doors closed before we realized the other was serious. My friend Emlyn from Virginia was visiting, and one of my other friends invited us to their party. "Oh it's easy to get to my house. Just take the T to lechmere and then switch to the 89 bus and get off at South St." (No, these aren't the directions he gave me but I don't want y'all stalking him. That means you, Helen.) So we took the T, got off at the right stop and even got on the right bus. It's a miracle considering how distractable we are. We're sitting on the bus joking:

Sachi: "Oh it's only a few stops, he said."
Emlyn: "Two hours later..."
Sachi: *laughs* "It'll be an adventure."

Two hours later..."This is the last stop this bus makes. Please exit through the rear."

Sachi: "Um...."
Emlyn: "There was definitely no South St."
Sachi: "We are so bashing his head in...where are we???? In the middle of Somerville?"

Yeah. It took us a half hour to get back to Cambridge. What an adventure. (PS. Joseph, if you're reading this, we know where you live.) (In theory...)


Sachi and Emlyn