Classic Hibbsy.

Hello my little hipster minions! I hope you have all been enjoying my brain child (THCGTC), but mostly I hope that you still feel (at least a little) connected, though we are separated by varying degrees.

I am currently sitting at the train station in Portland, waiting to hop a train to visit home for the weekend. I will get off in Tacoma, be picked up by my father (whom I will embrace, and probably cry on), and then I fully intend to race to Frisko Freeze for a fat cheeseburger, milkshake, and the best fries in the Northwest.

There's no place like home- or like Frisko.

I was intending on taking a 4:20 train, and when I saw the line at the gate, I thought,
"I should ask if this is the right line"
So I asked the gentlemen in front of me, "Excuse me, but is this the line for the 4:20 train?"
To which he replied, very quietly, "Mm? Mmmhmm, yes..."
(The warning bells should have been a little louder, Hannah)
So I stand in line for a good 20 minutes.
And when I get to the point where I show the dude my ticket to get on the train, it
DOESN'T.
EFFING.
WORK.

And he tells me that my train departed a few minutes past.
"Ma'am, go to the ticket station."

Keep in mind, I have already worked myself up to the point where I couldn't sleep last night out of anticipation, and I was having a hard time EATING. Hannah, not eating? WHAT?!  I know! That's how worked up I was! I about puked all over PDX Station.

"But if I sit here and weep, I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze" Oh, thank you Laura Marling. Your words in my ears keep me sane.

So instead of melting down in a bathroom stall and not getting my shit together, I went to the ticket info dudes, and I met a really wonderful man named Larry G. who very kindly helped me get it together.

And!!! He upgraded me to business class on the next train, FOR FREE! And he told me that usually a train guy goes down the line to make sure people like me don't get screwed over, and no one did this time, and he said he felt bad that no one had done it. Basically, he is a very nice man who realized that I was about to freak the fuck out, and I just wish the best to him. Larry G, you are going to get a very nice email sent to Amtrack about how lovely you are.


Tacoma, I know we have a brief date tonight, and I'm sorry that I'm going to be late, and really I'm just passing through. But I can't wait to be with you, even if it is only for a short window of time.

You're worth it, baby.


UPDATE:

The pick up crew! First things first...

FRISKO FREEZE!!

 It feels so right.