New Adventures in Public Transportation

I'm sitting in the J and H basement smooshed between two bodies, waiting for midnight pancakes. Bring your own fork! What the fuck? Whatever. This post is about my night.

Danielle asked me earlier if I had ever been to the Melting Pot. I said no. She decided that we would go...tonight. To feast on apples and cauliflower and cheese! Molten, gooey, cheese, melted tableside. Because roughly half of what we do together is eat, I thought it was a great idea. We pregamed in the J and H cafeteria. I think Danielle and I are the only people that pregame for dinner. Then we hopped on the subway down to City Hall, got disoriented in that stupid fucking concourse that goes from city hall to godknowswhere down Market Street. Holy shit. Anyway, melting pot defied my expectations. It seemed like much ado about nothing - carrots, bread, apples and glorious cheese! That part, actually, was awesome, and of course there is the chocolate fondue dessert. Which... well you know, it's melted chocolate and tasty sweet, um... "dippers." Awesome. Ducked into a hotel bathroom like we owned the place, then looking for City Hall Station and/or the C bus, we saw, across JFK boulevard, a white and red school bus. It was the Temple Loop Bus Jawn which we've never taken... so we used our status as students at this great univ. for a free bus ride. It was weird: the driver went through Chinatown and stuff, this really circuitous route until we wound up back on Broad at Vine Street. But it was great to be back on a schoolbus.