7:39PM, Somewhere on I-94
As I type this I am speeding west towards the Windy City, in relative comfort on the upper deck of a Mega Bus. Dennis is here next to me, but Brian is not so lucky. We picked up a veritable river of new riders in Ann Arbor and suddenly he finds himself trapped in a window seat next to a very talkative college boy with a very high opinion of himself. And this guy is painfully macking the chick in the seat in front of him. It's really embarrassing, he's an amateur and the girl is trying to claw her way free of him like a kitten being squeezed by a toddler.
The WiFi on the bus is not working (yes they have WiFi on busses now), and rather than rip the driver away from his more pressing duties of not getting us killed, I'll just have to wait and post this when we reach Chicago. And that should be sometime in the next 3-8 hours, depending on how many "Personal Maintenance" breaks this driver decides he needs.
Ok, I am going to go back to looking out the windows and pretending I am flying...
