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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The people on the train get to leave, and THEN you can enter. Jerks.
See also: Elevators
Or people who stand at the bottom (or top) of the escalator, trying to get their bearings. We get to push those people down and trample them, right? That's the law, right?
Yes. Yes it is. And even if it isn't, I'm quite sure no jury would convict.
Stand right, walk left, dammit!
Going to busy public places with the parents involves much herding. Mom isn't so bad unless she gets distracted by something, but dad has a peculiar talent at being That Obstacle. He's always been fairly unaware of the space he occupies, and that's only gotten worse as he's gotten older.
I bet Daisy Jane is a karaoke queen too.
I'm not great at it, but if it's Peggy Lee, I'll do it. Mr. Jane does Sex Machine.
Last year's NYE was ok. Whatever year it was I wore my silver dress was probably the last time I had a rockin' time. My most memorable NYE was in 2001, I think, when I was coming back to Dallas from Louisiana. An ex I used to be friends with was driving, and we gave a ride to another friend. It started snowing heavily and the ride took us 9 hours (normally it's 2 and a half). We saw 18 wheelers being hauled by pickup trucks, people sliding off the road all over the place. At one point I had to get out of the car and tell the ex which way the tires were pointed.
We kept stopping so the ex could relax and smoke a cigarette. At one spot, other friend bought a bottle of champagne so we could toast even if we were stuck in the car. There was a newspaper somewhere with the above the fold headlines "Blizzards strike" "So much for the grapevine." (The Grapevine is the name of Mr. Jane's bar) and "It's all about the timing." We saw it as a sign.
When we were just outside of town we got stuck in a standstill, friend in the backseat was still in Mesquite. She came and joined us upfront so she could be in Dallas.
We finally made it up to the bar before midnight. Just thrilled to death to be there. I can't remember if that was the same year I met Honey the hooker at the hotel.
I think my favorite NYE was the one I got to spend in Singapore.
When was the last time you had fun on New Year's Eve?I’m not sure what year it was… maybe Dec 2002? A friend and I went to St. Louis, where another most excellent friend from college was having a housewarming/NYE party. So we were there for, I dunno, 5 days? We got to sleep in bunk beds, and I helped install a bathtub, and saw old friends I hadn’t seen in ages, and on New Year’s Eve they had bunches of people over and all the food in the world, and we played kazoos at one point. And their house was beautiful, even in the midst of their renovations. I think it was from the 1800s, and had a separate servant’s staircase, and was just so cool.
It was more about being able to hang out with those particular people than the festivities, really. I miss my friends. Sigh.
But I frequently have the same problem with NYE that I do with my birthday, where if I try to make big plans, I end up disappointed and depressed. I can think of one other fun NYE, but that was when I was dating the sociopath and it's quite possible that I'm just not remembering it very well. Usually I just putter around at home now. Which is the relaxing kind of fun, at least, and safer for everyone.
Right. It is the law of physics about two objects not being able to occupy the same space at the same time. Whatever that law is called.
I call it, "So sorry! The escalator let me off here. I don't know how I bumped into you!"
My version of elbows is fashion-forward. Or, just forward. I put up my arms like a boxer on defense, except further forward, and start pushing with my forearms. Really, the elbows are rearguard, and for punitive purposes. Although kicking in the shins is much less subtle.
WAY more than serviceable.
I was being just a tad facetious. Basically, there was no merely good chamagne that year (though one of the people was being snotty about the bottle of White Star someone brought).
Stand right, walk left, dammit!
This. So very this. Though I'm not going to blame the standers if whoever made the escalator only made it a single-wide.
I haven't been commuting anywhere for a while, so my Metro rage has faded, but yeah...barging into the car or standing right. in. front. of. the freaking door as if the out-coming folks can simply pass through your spectralness? Oh, that bugs.
To be honest though, the worst offenders are often NOT tourons. The new culture of cellphone invisibility cloaks is making the train way less pleasant what with the 'you did WHAT? and no you DIDN'T and can you pick up x and Where ARE YOU?!' conversations.
Confession time. As much as I am fairly zen about the out-o-towners, I have put together a list of the various fines the non-thinkers are frequently eligible for...and I use it in a sometimes mean spirited way. My favorite is when the visiting family brings their tot on wheels into the train car, slobbering one of those red white and blue rocket pops all over the place. I sidle up all conspiritorial and say, "That's a $50 fine you know. The sign says no food...that means you." The panic is a bit too fun to watch, I'm afraid to say. Where can they put it, they ask? "You notice there aren't any trash cans in here right? That's because you aren't supposed to bring anything in. I'm sure the station master will have something to say at the next stop.' One poor grandmother actually stuck a popsicle in her handbag to hide it. I tried to feel bad.