Sorry I am so late with adventure part 2.

So at this point it is a little after 4 am, we had taken the last bus the night before, leaving the terminal at 9 returning at 6:40 or so. The next bus they had would be leaving the Houston terminal at either 6 or 7 am, leaving possibly at 1 or 2 pm. We were already pretty tired and had our fill of gambling.

We asked the casino lady at the bus tour desk but she wasn't much help. We walked around for a while and I was so hot and tired that we went outside and were looking at other tour bus's lined up on the sidewalk. We went to a couple to find out if they were going to Houston and there was one that was. Michael asked him where the drop off locations were, there was one which was about 10 miles from my car and one which was about 5 miles from our house. If we went to the one near our house we would need to take a cab home, pick up the other car, drive (45 min) to where my car was and then drive both home. This was not a good idea considering how exhausted we were. Anyway, he said there was room so we hopped on his bus.

I'm sure the driver pocketed the money we paid for the ride ($10 each) to get home and put it in his pocket, which is fine with me.

This bus was pretty full, Michael and I had to sit separately, I set next to this seedy man who was eating gumbo and cake (with his hands). Michael was a couple seats in front of me next to an equally creepy man. My man took off his shoes once the trip started and touched his knee to mine a couple times too many for it to be considered an accident.

The entire atmosphere of the bus was ghetto, not at all nice like the first bus. Everyone was coughing and hacking and doing that thing where they suck snot thru their nose. It was gross. About 10 miles into the trip the bus was going down this two lane highway before reaching I10, our bus driver passed a Louisiana Trooper and got a ticket for doing 70 in a 55. About 45 minutes later in the trip, the driver pulled over because there was a tire making a noise, and then about 10 minutes after that a man from the back of the bus came walking up saying there was a man in the back who was "talking klan shit". Great. The driver pulled over, gave a little speech over the pa saying that we were all family and "If I gotta stop this bus again, ...." It was not fun.

There was the cutest old lady sitting across the aisle from me, we were watching this 1980's karate movie, something the dragon, and she was making grunts and gasps during every fight. I told her she was going to have nightmares about kicking peoples butts.

We got to the first stop, lots of people got off. I asked the man next to me if this was his stop. He said, "No, but there will be seats available, you could stay here or sit with your boyfriend" Gee, which do you think I chose? Creepy man or Michael?

Michael and I went and sat up front. I was asking the bus driver about the stops again, trying to see what our best bet would be. He asked where our car was located and I told him, he said there was nothing near there but he would get off the exit before and drive on the frontage road and let us off on the frontage road and then we could walk to the car (just across the street). That was such a relief.

Michael went to sleep on the bus at that point, I stayed awake and watched the horrors. First off, the bus wasn't in the greatest condition. The windows were cracked to hell, the driver had to constantly steer to correct his position due to really loose steering or something. Once the movie ended he put on the local soul channel, he loves him some soul, he was grooving and singing loudly with the songs. Then I guess he got hungry, he got out a piece of Churches fried chicken and was eating this breast of chicken with his hands while he drove. He was chomping on it, pulling bones out of his mouth and grissle and stuff. It was the most disgusting thing I ever saw. The grease was dripping off his hands, he was steering with his elbows, then he took a cell phone call. Chicken in one hand, phone in the other. I was terrified and yet I couldn't look away. His elbows kept slipping and hitting the horn. I am so glad we arrived alive.

So that's the tale of the ghetto bus trip home. As crazy as this sounds, we were thinking about doing it again this weekend, without the whole missing the bus thing.

Side note, poor Michael has been sick as a dog the last two days, wonder if it could of been all the sickos on the bus.