After discerning that it would only be the three of us, we made our way to the cash machine in the Campus Center, withdrew our money, and departed at about 10:15 PM.  I had 43 dollars with me.  Remember that number: 43.  It'll be dreadfully important later.

Mike has only three CDs that he listens to, apparently.  This fact wouldn't have been quite so important had the trip been shorter, but after one hears "D-D-Down wit' da DC Talk" for the fifth time, one begins to believe that all rappers, Christian or not, are destined for hell.  Thankfully, I managed to sleep through much of the Chinese water torture they call Jennifer Knapp, and by the time we arrived in Shelton, Connecticut at 3:45 AM, I was still in command of the main parts of my central nervous system.

Our arrival awoke Vreeland's parents, who had been sleeping lightly due to worry about his safety in the first place.  As Eric and I sat on a couch downstairs, his father came down to see us.  What was the first thing he said?  "You guys are idiots!," referring to our travel plans, I assumed, and not our respective IQs.  Idiots or not, we needed to catch a subway at 5:06, and so Vreeland and his mother made hurried lunches in the kitchen upstairs.  We left at 4:35, and arrived at the Stratford train station at 4:59.  The real trip had begun.  From here on, I will keep score, as the trip seemed to be one big battle between us and the forces of evil.

Inside the train station, there were about six commuters, all of whom seemed to know each other quite well.  As interlopers, they quizzed us on our business there.  When Mike answered with our hopes of seeing the parade, we were greeted with a volley of scorn, mostly from the 5'3" woman who seemed intent on letting us know that she was going to work, not traipsing across New England to watch some parade.  EVIL 1, US 0.  Soon enough, the train pulled into the station, but we didn't have tickets yet.  The woman at the counter where I bought the New York Post
(Money remaining: 42.50) said they sold them on the train.  Very well, then.

As we got on the train and took our seats, we realized that we really didn't know how much the tickets were going to cost.  Surely this couldn't be peak hours, could it?, we thought.  The conductor's approach quieted all musings, however, when he stretched out his hand and demanded 13 dollars and 25 cents from each of us.  EVIL 2, US 0.  Money remaining: $29.00, as I gave a quarter to Eric.  After an uneventful ride, we arrived in Grand Central Station at 6:27 AM.  Hey, our plan worked so far, so we get a point.  EVIL 2, US 1.

We'll pick up from this point next time.  The score is 2-1, EVIL leading, with 29 dollars remaining on the trip.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Part Seven

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |