The one where I sit in a train

So after a solid week of sitting around waiting to get on a train I finally did it. I am headed to Jaipur this evening to attend my friends' wedding. That sounds grammatically incorrect, but life is like that so deal with it you grammar checking pterodactyl. AS and PS came to the hotel last night and and soon after their arrival we spent the evening at a bar. Sounds like a chill evening, right? Well yes it was, however you prancing lemmings, it was the next day that was going to be the painful part.

You see in the morning we were scheduled to get to a train station quite a bit far away from the hotel. As I did not know how long it would take I budgeted some significant A LOT of time for this journey. Consequently, I made sure that there was a wake up call scheduled for three thirty in the morning. Let me express it in numbers. 0330, or 3: 30 A.M. Do you know what that looks like? I do. It looks like hate. Hate that streams through the eyes of your friends.

I got them dressed and out the hotel room in a 1/2 hour. This required a lot of mothering and possibly some fathering and accordingly I am now ready to tell others how to raise their kids now. P.S if any parents are reading this, if you do what I did, then you are great, if not, then you are doing it wrong.

Picture this. Two very sleep deprived, slightly hungover adults at 0400 ready to head to a train station. The cabbie was thoroughly professional, and took us to the station fast. The problem with this was that we were now at the train station at 0500, a full one hour before we were supposed to meet the rest of our retinue. This was not something that sat well with the rest of my friends. They were really not happy when I told them that the train was scheduled to depart an another hour after we meet up with the rest, making it's departure schedule for 0700 hours. In summation, I made them wait 2 hours in the cold after having woken them up from a 2.5 hour drunken slumber.

As I write this from the train heading to the Pink City of Jaipur, I find myself asking what did I ever do to deserve the horrible fate that my friends have planned. A fate that they assure me will cause my head to explode. May the flying spaghetti monster have mercy on my soul.