You guys.
He did so good.
I was legit surprised.
He threw me off because of our means of transportation. I thought we were driving.
After we dropped off the girls at school, we headed in the complete opposite direction I thought we'd be going.
Another weird clue: we took Steve's truck. His 2008, rust-bucket Expedition. With like 230K miles on it.
WHY.
I was like "what are we hauling - why do we need this vehicle"?
When we pulled up, my face dropped.
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THE BUS STATION? You've gotta be fucking kidding me. I am NOT getting on a Greyhound bus. WTF. |
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Ah, ok just kidding. We're at the AmTrak Station! |
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This man reserved us a private room on the train. |
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Literally the easiest experience ever. No lines. No people. No security? |
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Here we go! |
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Having a sleeper car was legit. Easily sleeps the both of us (there's a pull down bed) |
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Getting cozy for our 7 hour ride. Happy birthday!! |
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I very much enjoyed looking out the window. |
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Caught up on some blog reading |
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Getting back into Ozark |
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Nap time! Steve took the top bunk. |
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Complimentary lunch/dinner
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We could have had the attendant bring us our food, but we opted to get out and stretch our legs and have lunch out in the dining car. Again, other than the armed guard, it was just us. |
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