Euphoric Bus Ride

I have gone on my first euphoric bus ride, discovered a new addictive logic game that is dyslexic friendly, got to wear the beautiful new skirt Chris got me, ate in a subterranean vegetarian dinner, saw lots of old friends, drank in a former cinema (now England’s biggest pub), had a curry with out spilling on myself, got stranded in Cambridge, slept on someone’s couch, found curry stain that I did actually spill on myself, saw some old horseless carriages, had tea, cake, and a potter about in Ely, got the curry stains successfully out of my beautiful new skirt Chris got me, and played Frisbee over in the park so it was a good weekend.

I feel I should explain the euphoric bus ride. As Chris and I missed the last train from Cambridge, we had to take the first one out the next morning which was Sunday which means rail works. So between Cambridge and Ely we had to take a replacement bus, replacement buses are usually the scourge of the Earth, but this one was euphoric. There were two old double-decker buses outside Cambridge station, everyone went on the first, because it wasn’t too full and that is what most people do, but we took the bus less traveled and it made all the difference. There were two girls sitting downstairs and no one on the top deck, we of course took the front seat on the top deck, which had tons of leg room and was cushy. Radio two was playing and the bus driver yells over if anyone minds if we listen to some music, Chris yells down ‘no’, bus driver is confused because he didn’t know anyone was upstairs, so he pops his head up. “Is it okay if we listen to some music?” “No, that’s fine mate.” Chris replies. “Good because I have this.” And he holds up a cd of the Best of Euphoric. Well the bass starts pumping like a boy racer and we off on a very bumpy bouncy sunny ride through the Cambridgeshire countryside. It was a truly euphoric bus ride. It was truly a...