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MTH Mike the Headhunter Tiki Socialite Wastelands of western NC Joined: May 24, 2004 Posts: 190	MTH Mike the Headhunter Posted posted on Sat, Aug 29, 2009 1:45 AM The irrelevant conclusion in case your spine still needs some crushing. I get back to my room have a large assortment of booze and begin to pack. I decided that i would brave the risks and take it all home via train. I picked up an additional luggage bag when i went to Cheng's. I begin the wrapping and packing of my precious cargo. I fill my bags with all the booze and get some sleep. I must note i also did some searching around dc and found a 2 bottles of maraschino liqueur which got packed and a few other bottles of things like lemon hart and things i have to order from Cali. So the total was three bags of luggage. One filled to the brim with alcohol. 2 fairly filled with clothing and booze. The next morning i go to the National Cathedral and pick up the postcards. Then hurry back to the "club" we take off for the train station. The teacher tells us we need to arrive early to make certain not to miss our connection... We arrive 5 hours early. They tell us we need to check our bags... I get nervous. They tell us to we can have a small carry on and the rest goes into storage... I start to sweat... I tag and hand over my cargo. With nothing else to do we get some food and try to figure out what to do for the next 4 to 5 hours. The swatch shop is open and i remember a friend wanted a swatch and said there was a shop in dc and asked if i could get him one. I hit it up and pick up 3. A long time to wait, I decide to catch a movie since there is a theater inside the train station. 10000 BC was not very good, but it did get my mind off of the luggage situation. I leave there and realize that i forgot to mail the postcards. The post office is closed (it's Saturday afternoon) and the stamp machine is broken. I intended to mail a couple of postcards for my family with the dc post office stamp. I get bummed because there is no way i can do this with out any stamps. I walk around the machines and the closed post. Just as i give up i think i better check inside the machine... just because, it's like a habitual drink machine button pressing deal, you may hit the button 100 time and get squat, but that one time it pays out your on top of the world even if it's not your first choice soda. I realized there is no chance of stamps being inside but hope is a weird thing. Incredibly there lying inside the machine is a package of the brand new forever stamps. I scream with joy open the pack and affix the new perfect stamps to my postcards and put them in the post. I feel like a million bucks and go to the waiting area to read my book, we have an hour or so. I am sitting there and get a minor panic attack, what if they search my bags, i may not be that uncommon in this post 9/11 world. I think of about a thousand bad scenarios waiting in that uncomfortable lobby. The train is scheduled to arrive and it posts it has arrived on time. Great! But then there is a delay... the sign showed boarding, then it showed delayed... i feel the sweat start to bead up and my stomach turn a little. The train now goes into delay for the next 30 minutes. More bad thoughts, what if they smashed my gear, is jail the way to go when in dc? Then microphone calls for a Mr. Taylor to come to the desk, i begin to sweat a lot more and my heart skips. They clarify the full name and it is not mine. More delay and then it says it is loading. Then another delay pops up, and More torturous delay. Then the boarding signage says passengers begin to board the train. I walk to the train with my laptop and book. I get on the train and bid Our great capital adieu. A very long uncomfortable trip with a few shots of whisky later, and we arrive back in Greenville, SC. My luggage is unloaded and not it is not broken(Yahoo!!). We load the truck and head back to the reservation and sweet security. I ended up with around 12 to 18 bottles of alcohol, bitters and oddities i can't easily get in NC, a nice story and very fond memories of America's Capital City.

The irrelevant conclusion in case your spine still needs some crushing.
I get back to my room have a large assortment of booze and begin to pack. I decided that i would brave the risks and take it all home via train. I picked up an additional luggage bag when i went to Cheng's. I begin the wrapping and packing of my precious cargo. I fill my bags with all the booze and get some sleep. I must note i also did some searching around dc and found a 2 bottles of maraschino liqueur which got packed and a few other bottles of things like lemon hart and things i have to order from Cali. So the total was three bags of luggage. One filled to the brim with alcohol. 2 fairly filled with clothing and booze.
The next morning i go to the National Cathedral and pick up the postcards. Then hurry back to the "club" we take off for the train station. The teacher tells us we need to arrive early to make certain not to miss our connection... We arrive 5 hours early. They tell us we need to check our bags... I get nervous. They tell us to we can have a small carry on and the rest goes into storage... I start to sweat... I tag and hand over my cargo. With nothing else to do we get some food and try to figure out what to do for the next 4 to 5 hours. The swatch shop is open and i remember a friend wanted a swatch and said there was a shop in dc and asked if i could get him one. I hit it up and pick up 3.
A long time to wait, I decide to catch a movie since there is a theater inside the train station. 10000 BC was not very good, but it did get my mind off of the luggage situation. I leave there and realize that i forgot to mail the postcards. The post office is closed (it's Saturday afternoon) and the stamp machine is broken. I intended to mail a couple of postcards for my family with the dc post office stamp. I get bummed because there is no way i can do this with out any stamps. I walk around the machines and the closed post. Just as i give up i think i better check inside the machine... just because, it's like a habitual drink machine button pressing deal, you may hit the button 100 time and get squat, but that one time it pays out your on top of the world even if it's not your first choice soda. I realized there is no chance of stamps being inside but hope is a weird thing. Incredibly there lying inside the machine is a package of the brand new forever stamps. I scream with joy open the pack and affix the new perfect stamps to my postcards and put them in the post.
I feel like a million bucks and go to the waiting area to read my book, we have an hour or so. I am sitting there and get a minor panic attack, what if they search my bags, i may not be that uncommon in this post 9/11 world. I think of about a thousand bad scenarios waiting in that uncomfortable lobby. The train is scheduled to arrive and it posts it has arrived on time. Great! But then there is a delay... the sign showed boarding, then it showed delayed... i feel the sweat start to bead up and my stomach turn a little. The train now goes into delay for the next 30 minutes. More bad thoughts, what if they smashed my gear, is jail the way to go when in dc? Then microphone calls for a Mr. Taylor to come to the desk, i begin to sweat a lot more and my heart skips. They clarify the full name and it is not mine. More delay and then it says it is loading. Then another delay pops up, and More torturous delay. Then the boarding signage says passengers begin to board the train. I walk to the train with my laptop and book. I get on the train and bid Our great capital adieu. A very long uncomfortable trip with a few shots of whisky later, and we arrive back in Greenville, SC. My luggage is unloaded and not it is not broken(Yahoo!!). We load the truck and head back to the reservation and sweet security. I ended up with around 12 to 18 bottles of alcohol, bitters and oddities i can't easily get in NC, a nice story and very fond memories of America's Capital City.

Post #480091 by Mike the Headhunter on Sat, Aug 29, 2009 1:45 AM