D.I.N.O.S.A.U.R. a dinosaur

Dear dear followers,

just because we haven't been bus hopping as regularly doesn't mean we haven't been having adventures galore.

Sometimes the bus hoppers like to branch out.

Often times a long work week sitting in a figurine-filled cubicle can make one feel, well, quite crazy.

So, when a close friend decided that we needed to go to the Mission to see some bands I knew that good stories would ensue. The evening was mellow and the night was a hit. So nice for bus hoppers to both be 12 now...the possibilities for travels are endless.

However, often times coming back to the East Bay from the Mission at 1:30 in the morning can prove to be a bit more diffcult after many nachos, Wyder's ciders, and sweet basslines.

On this particular Friday night my friend (who shall remain nameless) claimed she knew how to get back to the East Bay via the Transbay bus. I had heard legends of this mystical bus but had never in fact had the pleasure of riding it (that's what she said?)...When the time came to take a bus to the Transbay terminal, we were stumped. Our brains felt broken and the bus stops happened to be merely painted on the lamp-posts. Luckily we got onto the 14 bus with all of our friends and guessed our way to the lovely Trans-bay terminal. It just so happened that the Trans-bay terminal shared some space with the Greyhound terminal...too much too soon.

I'd never been on the 800 Transbay bus, so I asked my friend and colleague where we were supposed to wait. Due to the fact that she decided not to wear her glasses, life was a little rough around the edges for her. She suggested that I ask someone in the terminal for directions. Let me tell you, it is quite difficult to ask anyone for help when the Transbay terminal looks like a People's Park convention--people asleep in their sleeping bags for miles on end.

Thankfully I found a friend with a bum leg and a semi-legit shiny vest...not Sex and the City chic, but close enough. He directed us to the platform with the misfits and we waited. I was scared but hoped for the best...the whole time questioning if the bus did actually exist. And it did!

Finally at 2 a.m. the 800 bus pulled up and inside all of our favorite friends awaited us. The ride was filled with trashy dialogue and who knew there was a bus stop on the Bay Bridge? We picked up a man with a grey beard covered in moss...

There was a cool kid drinking Joose on the bus while throwing quarters and running to pick them up. People get creative and I really approved of his one-man drinking game.

After a 30 minute bus ride we made it back to Shattuck and booked it home.

Though I enjoyed our misadventures, I was never more happen to be asleep in my own bed...far far away from any Greyhound terminal.

But, oh, Transbay, did you deliver.