Ride Of Shame

Here's a posting I found randomly while searching files on my laptop. Looks like it never made the final cut.

Ride of Shame

21-Apr-2007
02:01PM – Metro North Railroad

I’m on the 1:30 PM local from Stamford to Grand Central taking what is duly noted as the “ride of shame.” For those noobs, this is when you head home from an evening of debauchery, without having showered or bathed, and wearing the exact same outfit you did last night. No matter how much gum you chew, your breath reeks, your eyebrows are fray, and you sprayed half a bottle of cologne or Febreeze in an attempt to cover up the evidence.

Such rides include, but are not limited to, dastardly driving home after waking up next to a mistake you made (due to tequila the night before); taking the 4:50 AM train from New Haven to Stamford when you originally were in New York City, having a taxi paid for by the person you randomly hooked up with last night, etc.

This entry is by no means any complaint. Despite the fact that Foxwoods burned a hole bigger than a mason jar in my pocket last night, I’m fairly content right now. It’s 70+ degrees outside and today has not been a total loss of catching up on the REM cycles my body lacked this week. I’ve got my health, my job, my co-workers to keep me company, and my next 6 weekends planned for an action packed spring.

On the pod is “Slow Dance” by John Legend, which is my inspiration for today’s exposition. Being content is temporary, but there will always be something missing.