My niece, Erin, tied the knot at San Diego on 10-25-08. The groom's name is Aaron, and within the family we often refer to them as A&E.
Anyway, me and my mom (Erin's grandma) rode Pacific Surfliners down and back to participate in the long weekend of festivities surrounding the nuptials. The train rides were largely uneventful, except on the return trip (Surfliner 775) there was some guy who laughed out loud all the way from Oceanside to Oxnard (our stop, and he was going to Goleta - another hour of misplaced mirth inflicted on passengers who remained aboard). I'm telling you the guy's idiot cackling was worse than howling kids. He almost never talked. The girl beside him kept talking to him, and whatever she was saying apparently served as an incessant trigger for the clown's hyena reflex. Nothing is that funny for that long - hours. Got fed up early on, went over, and asked that whatever was so intercoursing funny be shared with the whole car, since everybody was being subjected to the interminable high-decibel guffawing. The request was met with the blank stares of incomprehension common to malevolent morons: "Who, ME? I wasn't doing anything." Nothing to be done but endure, at least until the noisy Bozo got up and walked by my seat. As fate would have it, right about then I suffered an involuntary leg spasm which caused my foot to accidentally stick out into the aisle, right in the path of Hyena Boy. The poor fellow didn't notice my foot, tripped over it, and went sprawling face down. Very unfortunate, and I was truly grief-stricken. A number of other passengers were less sympathetic, and interpreted the poor guy's misfortune as a joke that finally everybody could laugh at.
Amtrak Wedding
This pictorial Trip Report is not really about the wedding at all, except for a very few pictures, and focuses instead on the rail travel aspects of the trip, a yacht tour of San Diego Harbor, and various interesting sights around town.
Anyway, me and my mom (Erin's grandma) rode Pacific Surfliners down and back to participate in the long weekend of festivities surrounding the nuptials. The train rides were largely uneventful, except on the return trip (Surfliner 775) there was some guy who laughed out loud all the way from Oceanside to Oxnard (our stop, and he was going to Goleta - another hour of misplaced mirth inflicted on passengers who remained aboard). I'm telling you the guy's idiot cackling was worse than howling kids. He almost never talked. The girl beside him kept talking to him, and whatever she was saying apparently served as an incessant trigger for the clown's hyena reflex. Nothing is that funny for that long - hours. Got fed up early on, went over, and asked that whatever was so intercoursing funny be shared with the whole car, since everybody was being subjected to the interminable high-decibel guffawing. The request was met with the blank stares of incomprehension common to malevolent morons: "Who, ME? I wasn't doing anything." Nothing to be done but endure, at least until the noisy Bozo got up and walked by my seat. As fate would have it, right about then I suffered an involuntary leg spasm which caused my foot to accidentally stick out into the aisle, right in the path of Hyena Boy. The poor fellow didn't notice my foot, tripped over it, and went sprawling face down. Very unfortunate, and I was truly grief-stricken. A number of other passengers were less sympathetic, and interpreted the poor guy's misfortune as a joke that finally everybody could laugh at.
Amtrak Wedding
This pictorial Trip Report is not really about the wedding at all, except for a very few pictures, and focuses instead on the rail travel aspects of the trip, a yacht tour of San Diego Harbor, and various interesting sights around town.
