Let's get it started...

The day before my trip, I was telling a few of my lunchtime friends about my travel plans via greyhound. They rolled their eyes, and Meredith proclaimed, in her all so eloquent theologian speak' thats fucked up'. She believes that Greyhound passangers don't have agency by virtue of their social class. Which is true. She's also been writing entirely too many papers lately...

So despite it being rainy, Alysia dropped me off at the greyhound station, the one across from Magic City Strip club, (did i say strip club? i meant the marta station). I walk in and sure enough my bus was late. I mean of course, why would i expect a bus that had been sitting there for the last 2 hours to actually leave on time. We boarded and it was packed and sure enough, I was seated next to Ms. Jesus herself. Before the trip she asked me to join her in a word of prayer. I agreed, solely because she was old and if a prayer comforted her, then why not? I will say though once we got rolling, the Lord did turn around and bless me because she had snacks and kept my hungry behind fed.

Two minutes into the trip, people started compalining...the mic was too loud, the bus driver coulndt drive..one passanger told the driver he didnt want to stop in indianapolis, because last time there were some crazy ass people there(Well the last part turned out to be true but anyways). After this exchange, the driver told us that if he had any mo problems, he was gonna call his favorite taxi cab service, 9-1-1, to escort us home.

The entire ride from Atlanta to Indianopolis consisted of two emergency pull offs to the side of the raod because the driver thought he heard someoenes radio and the second time to tell a passanger, and i quote "Stop all dat cussin back there before i throw all ya muthafuckas off this bus".

We somehow made it to nashville, late as all hell but we made it. That is where we picked up our second leg of entertainment in the form of a drunk crackhead named Sylvie. Her high ass(mind you its 3 am) walks onto the bus drinking a 40 stumbling to the back of the bus and 'sat' down next to a crying 1 year old who she told to shut the fuck up. Mr. "I-don't-wanna-hear-no-fuckin-cussin-on-my-bus" driver told her to get her ass of his bus because drinking in a moving automotive was illegal. Well you couldnt tell her nothin, she invoked the spirit of Rosa Parks and stayed posted in her seat.
A few hours later, she threw up all over the back of the bus and blamed it on the 'poisonous' hot dog that she had bought at the last greyhound station. There was no mention of the 4+ beers she had downed on her way there. The bus driver threatened to leave her in indianoplis, but she somehow managed to sneak back onto the bus and hide in the bathroom. 15 minutes from the station, she emerged from her bathroom bunker singing "Let's get it started in here" at the top of her lungs.

Time: 4:32 am.

Gary Indiana was her last stop and to replace her we had some convict who was having a very loud conversation on his cell phone about how he had lied to his parole office and that he was headed to chicago instead of court. Of course the muthafucka had to be sitting next to me.

And I digress

So i pull into chicago, A friend from high school who i hadnt seen in years picked me up from the greyhound. We checked into the hotel with relative ease and i attempted to sit through one of the panels on hip hop but didnt want to fall asleep. To my surprise there were a few spelmanites at the conference, we all managed to find each other as we tend to do in large settings.

Oh yeah and I met summer. She was actually real nice. She seemed so familiar in an unfamilar way. She gave me a thing(can u tell im tired) so i could attend the rest of the conference. Little does she know- imma roll out and hit the bed. The weather is kinda nice though.

My best wishes to my friend moya whos gonna hold it down tomorrow as a panelist at this hip hop conference. She hates it when i call her fearless-but im even luckier to call her my friend. The journalists here love them some Moya though... I don't know if i can keep up with her :)

I kinda tailgatted into the pc lab since youre supposed to have a key. Its so wierd seeing white people in an academic setting(As if i didnt just transfer in January) So until the next time i can find a lab... peace.