May 5th: debauch fallout
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 231
Woke to the sounds of the wind like a banshee using a skull megaphone to summon the wailing minions of Hades to march. My stomach felt like a rusted radiator with a teenager's phone cord tied around it. All of us kind of stumbled around taking turns with the bathroom trying to piece together exactly what point the night declared war on our guts.
We ended up leaving at 1pm. We said goodbye to Simon at a bus stop, took a bus to some markets across from Temple of Heaven. I shopped mainly to take my mind off my stomach, found some fun stuff here and there. We rested outside and nibbled some bread, braved the hordes for a bit more.
We took our wrung-rag pitiful selves over to Temple of Heaven and lay in the grass on our towels for a good part of the afternoon, looking up at kites in the sky and praying for stomach relief. When we had suffieciently rested we walked around the Temple's grounds, dodging trinket peddlers with rugby-like moves.
We killed time first with coffee, then we tried to have a smoothie at a Dairy Queen (weird) but they made it with soft serve ice cream which ruined it. Night had fallen and the wind was making everything somewhat chilly. With a couple hours before our train took off, we shrugged and went to the train station. In front of a giant TV screen, people were sitting and waiting out the minutes. Haether and I did the same, playing cards. A woman near us was eating noodles out of a Sprite bottle and taking notes on what was showing on TV. We thought she had secured then title of biggest freak in the place until....
This other woman shows up, begins unfolding scraps of the most beat-down newspaper she could collect and establishes a beach head right next to us. Heather and I move slightly, give her some crazy room, but it's not enough. She flops down on her nesting material with the all the grace of a flipped-over tortoise, throws gang signs at the TV, barks some slogans at it. We continue playing. Then, she gets on her knees and vomits on the floor. We jump to our feet. "That's it. You win," I told the woman. She marked her territory, it's hers.
We pack into the waiting area; a stuffy insane space crammed with humans and luggage. So tired, so sick of feeling stomach pain. I just wanted to crawl into my soft sleeper bunk and slep it off. After many deep breaths,the train boarded, and I had to regulate some shovers with a stiff elbow. The train was not going to leave without them, why shove? They're lucky there was no room to drop them to the floor and bury my shoe in their neck.
The bunks were soft and nice and fate bestowed no cabinmates. Slept like children after a day at the fair.
Woke to the sounds of the wind like a banshee using a skull megaphone to summon the wailing minions of Hades to march. My stomach felt like a rusted radiator with a teenager's phone cord tied around it. All of us kind of stumbled around taking turns with the bathroom trying to piece together exactly what point the night declared war on our guts.
We ended up leaving at 1pm. We said goodbye to Simon at a bus stop, took a bus to some markets across from Temple of Heaven. I shopped mainly to take my mind off my stomach, found some fun stuff here and there. We rested outside and nibbled some bread, braved the hordes for a bit more.
We took our wrung-rag pitiful selves over to Temple of Heaven and lay in the grass on our towels for a good part of the afternoon, looking up at kites in the sky and praying for stomach relief. When we had suffieciently rested we walked around the Temple's grounds, dodging trinket peddlers with rugby-like moves.
We killed time first with coffee, then we tried to have a smoothie at a Dairy Queen (weird) but they made it with soft serve ice cream which ruined it. Night had fallen and the wind was making everything somewhat chilly. With a couple hours before our train took off, we shrugged and went to the train station. In front of a giant TV screen, people were sitting and waiting out the minutes. Haether and I did the same, playing cards. A woman near us was eating noodles out of a Sprite bottle and taking notes on what was showing on TV. We thought she had secured then title of biggest freak in the place until....
This other woman shows up, begins unfolding scraps of the most beat-down newspaper she could collect and establishes a beach head right next to us. Heather and I move slightly, give her some crazy room, but it's not enough. She flops down on her nesting material with the all the grace of a flipped-over tortoise, throws gang signs at the TV, barks some slogans at it. We continue playing. Then, she gets on her knees and vomits on the floor. We jump to our feet. "That's it. You win," I told the woman. She marked her territory, it's hers.
We pack into the waiting area; a stuffy insane space crammed with humans and luggage. So tired, so sick of feeling stomach pain. I just wanted to crawl into my soft sleeper bunk and slep it off. After many deep breaths,the train boarded, and I had to regulate some shovers with a stiff elbow. The train was not going to leave without them, why shove? They're lucky there was no room to drop them to the floor and bury my shoe in their neck.
The bunks were soft and nice and fate bestowed no cabinmates. Slept like children after a day at the fair.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 5/05/2005 03:36:00 AM ]
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