On the first leg, I met a lovely young lady named Erin, and we talked literally nonstop all the way to DC. Not banal drivel either; interesting, intelligent conversation on a wide range of subjects. She used to be a musician, but had to stop playing French horn after an accident required facial reconstructive surgery. Sad to have to give up what you love. But good conversation is one of life's better things.
For the main part of the ride, I got a mini sleeper. They treat you nice up here--I guess you'd call it second class. Cabin to myself, but I'll probably be wishing I had someone to talk to by the time the trip is over.
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