#88: travel by train

"I thought that it'd be romantic. That there'd be a piano and candlelight."
~ Carrie Bradshaw, on traveling by train

I agree with Carrie. When I think of traveling by train, I imagine late-night rendevous, meeting strangers and adventure. And I picture all of the adventures and rendevous happening in a grainy sepia-colored tone, too. Hmm.

Joe and I embarked on an adventure to Chicago one cold weekend late in January. I didn't want to drive through hellacious Chicago traffic, so we decided to travel by train. I was excited--riding in a sleek, fast cable car would be fabulous, dahling!

Or...not. Like Carrie, when she soon discovered how un-romantic modern-day trains are, I soon found myself in my own episode of "Life with Krissy" where trains were late, I was freezing, people were obnoxiously loud while yapping on cell phones and Joe nic-fitted so bad that he nearly morphed into a bitch. Luckily we arrived unscathed and Joe happily reunited with his pack of cigarettes.

The ride back was much more comfortable. We made a friend and I got schooled on how to play Texas Hold-em while we gambled with Skittles. Not quite candlelight and piano, but a good modern-day equivalent. And a good way to check off a goal.