You know what sucks? Knowing that you have done something totally idiotic when you generally consider yourself a somewhat intelligent person. Like, for example, getting on the wrong train and going to a completely different state. That kind of thing... Well let me tell you the incredible tale that was my July 10th.
So last night my best friend Emma and I went to go see a She & Him concert in Boston. It was totally fantastic and I am still processing the fact that last night, saw Zooey Deschanel in person. (For those of you that don't know, I kind of love her...like a lot). It was a blast to hear my favorite songs up close and personal. They really are very talented...
We had successfully gotten there by train, but we were unsure of how we would get home. Take the 10:40 pm train to Kingston station and maybe miss some of the concert... or try and take the 11:00 pm Peter Pan to Providence and try an get a ride from there. So the whole concert we were waffling between bus or train...bus or train. In the end, we decided to go with what we know, and take the train. It would be more convenient for those picking us up, because Kingston is closer to home that Providence (ha!) (foreshadowing y'all)
They finished "Why do you let me stay here" in an exciting crescendo, then left the stage. Of course they would do an encore, but we had to leave then if we wanted to make that train. South Station was still 20 minuets away at least and the train left in 40... We "excuse-me'd" down the row of people then began our hustle back towards the station. It was lightly raining, and the smell of wet pavement hung in the air. As we skidded across the slick sidewalks, I could hear the encore song, "Sunday Girl" beginning. It reverberated and echoed off the surrounding buildings. While I would have very much would have liked to have stayed for that, I knew that we need to get to that train if we wanted any hope of a pickup.
We made it to the station just as they were announcing the track number for the train to Kingston. We got on, grabbed some seats and bought our tickets. The whole way we goofed around, laughing and talking about the concert. Finally, the mechanic voice told us the train was approaching Kingston, the final stop on the line.
As soon as I stepped off that train, I had a feeling something was off. The parking lot was much to large...and where was the little building where you could wait? I've only been to the Kingston station a hand full of times, so I'd just figured they had done some serious renovations...
"Where's your mom parked?" Emma asked, looking equally as confused.
"Must be on the other side of the tracks." I said. She had to be right?
Then the train slid away revealing nothing but woods. This was not Kingston RI.
It turned out to be Kingston Mass, a place I did not know existed until last night. To make a very long story short, after much calling back and forth to our parents and saying "yes we know it was dumb" it was arranged that the Kingston police would pick us up and give us a ride to the station. From there, my dad kindly volunteered to pick us up.
Around 12:30 am the cop came and we climbed in the back as instructed. Did you know the seats are plastic? There was never a time I thought I would be in the back of a cop car, but it was kind of cool. Quite the experience. It will make for quite the ice breaker for making friends at school...
Anyway, after quite a long drive (turns out the train station was in the middle of no where) we arrived at the Kingston (Massachusetts!) police station. We went inside and sat down on the scruffy looking blue upholstered bench and began our wait. Luckily, there was a whole rack of brochures about drunk driving, alcoholism, and other such lovely material. Ooh! And did I mention the cork board with the sex offenders on it? Yeah...
But seriously, it was very nice of the police to come and get us idiots, and I do appreciate it.
Around 2 am Emma and I got ourselves some dinner; M&M's from the dusty quarter machine in the waiting area. Yum! Despite being beyond tired, I think we had a pretty good time waiting. Mostly we just laughed at our mistake. Only us...
My dad arrived a short time later, and we finally arrived home at 3:45 am. I don't think I have ever been up quite that late before. The whole drive it was a fight to stay awake. There was no way I was going to sleep, if my dad had to be awake, I was going to be too. I don't think I had ever been quite so tired.
So Zooey, if you ever read this, know that I think you're incredible and it is that reason that this crazy adventure happened, and it was totally worth it!
Thank you for reading this story. I just think that it is so wonderfully ridiculous and pathetic that I just had to share. And it is just another reminded that life is a crazy adventure, so you just have to grab hold!
Moral of the story; Don't leave before the encore of a concert.
Also, it might be good to actually know the names of the towns in you state...
