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I'm on a train, motherfucker. The good news, I will be home tomorrow morning ready to start looking for songs to revive the Eleventy project for the recent two parter.

The bad news is that I somehow managed to end up sitting across the aisle from two VERY drunk gentleman who are also going to the Denver station. They are really, really friendly, GOD HELP ME. I've got the headphones on and the netbook out (and while I regularly curse the mifi for the bandwidth limits, the fact that it is portable and allows me to be on the internet while on a train is a very nice selling feature right about now). But please be prepared that there may be periodic horrified updates throughout the night depending on how rowdy they get. Sadly, a full train means getting away from them will be tricky.

ANYWAY. If you are bored and would like to entertain me with stories of your own....unique travel seatmate stories, please do. Or make some up. Or you can tell me what various fannish characters do with unfortunate seatmates.

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I said you might get horrified updates. HERE IS MY FIRST, OMFG. We shall call them Drunk #1 and Drunk #2. D#2 is actually not so bad, at least he is attempting to rein in D#1, who is...creepy. At first he seemed to recognize the universal 'laptop open, headphones on' signal for leave me the fuck alone. This is before he started randomly reaching across the aisle and *tapping* me to get my attention for nearly unintelligable slurring statements, most of which I was unable to decipher. When I started to ignore the tapping, the touching moved to actively reaching over and...pawing my shoulder. I think the pulling out of a fistfull of Red Vines and insisting I take them was a peace offering...except when you say 'no, thank you' and he keeps shoving them at you and then drops them on your tray table...well. And then came the pawing plus the 'invitations' to come sit over on his seat with him and share what I was watching on the laptop. Followed by the whining when I wouldn't. And continued poking.

I am about five seconds away from LOSING MY SHIT. I suck at confrontation, I'm already in a high anxiety state from traveling. I've spent most of this almost completely frozen and getting increasingly skeeved out. D#2 keeps telling him to leave me alone and pulling him back. When I got back from smoking at the stop he'd switched places with D#1 so he could not longer *grope* my shoulder at least. I am at this moment hopeful this means I can leave my headphones on and properly ignore. If it starts up again I...don't even know. The prospect of speaking to a complete stranger (the conductor) may end up being less scary to me and I'll have to do that.

Cross your fingers that D#2 will keep him back from now on, and that the fact that my seatmate is now awake will further discourage the guy.

What the everloving fuck. You may be getting spammed through this trip. It's gonna be a loooooooong night.