It's always fun to take BART with a friend

Yesterday my husband met me in SF for dinner and drinks to celebrate my new job. For those that know me, yes, the celebration is early since I don't start my new job for another 3 weeks, but any excuse to eat out and have fun is a good excuse. I'm sure we'll be celebrating again. In fact, we celebrated with our friend S, and when we told him why we were having dinner together that night since he's not a friend we normally hang out with (side note: I kept telling my husband to tell him beforehand, but he kept saying he was going to wait until the actual dinner -- oooo, the suspense of it all. Which only guaranteed the celebration to fall flat on its face), S said, "Oh, wow, that's great....so anyways...." I was dejected, but what can I expect from the guy who hired me years ago, then fired me (really "pushed" me out of the job because of a psycho retail incident on my part), and is now working as an admin and trying to secure a more permanent job with the city of SF. Oh, no, I'm not bitter for the lack of enthusiasm!

Anyway, so what does this all mean? It means I got to ride home on BART with my hubby, who also shares an affination for his iPod and music. We usually do something lame with our iPods on the way home -- either listening to our own and mouth singing at each other to show the other person that their iPod music collection is way better than others, or yanking out one of the other person's ear buds and sticking in one of yours, so essentially that person is now listening to two songs at once, or switching iPods altogether and listening to the other person's music collection. This makes time pass very quickly for some reason.

Last night I had the brilliant idea of unplugging my ear buds and his ear buds, and then replugging his into my iPod and mine into his. Yes, I'm genius at making up new iPod fun. Then, we were in control of what the other was listening to during the whole ride. What's funny is that we picked the same song almost right away (Ryan Adams), so we listened to it almost in synch. Then we purposely picked a song to listen to at the same time. There were a lot of old soul songs, jazz tunes, and 80's classics being passed around. Oh, the fun of it all. But hey, if you make 45-minute BART ride go by in what seems like 15 minutes, then you gotta do what you gotta do. I always wonder if we're annoying anyone.

When we got to Fremont, there was a guy sleeping, and even though it goes against my rule of every person for themselves (read my March 1st story and you'll see what I mean), I made my husband try to wake him up. Notice I said my husband -- I do many kind acts through him when we go out. So there was my husband, who is generally the nicest guy in the world when it comes to things like this (if he was on that March 1st train, he would have done something -- that's why I married the guy), trying to wake this man up and I'm on the platform waiting for him, and the guy just kinda looked at my husband and then closed his eyes. It's always fun when a nice deed makes you look kinda stupid. Every person for themselves!