Berkeley Travelogue IV: A New Hope

It was in baggage claim that I reunited with Weishan, embracing her with all of my love, much to the audible disgust of Elisabeth and Katie who waited nearby. Unfortunately, time was working against us. We had just arrived and due to the fact that United's disembarking schemes had likely been formulated by some low functioning specimen of primate (although, arguably, a primate might be more clever) we were forced to speed through the concourse as if on an Olympic sprinting track in order to make the last BART ride across the Bay to Berkeley.

The ticketing process for the train was, for whatever reason, extraordinarily slow. After we left the tram to the BART station, we had to wait on a considerably broken ticketing machine to deign us worthy of receiving its product before we could enter the station, and then a further 30 minutes for the train to show up. Finally, it did. Unbelievably, we had made it just in time and we were soon aboard what had to be the most crowded train I'd ever ridden. Scores of drunken hippies and hipsters packed in like Vienna sausages, pressing the four of us quite tightly together. While this was no problem for Weishan and I - who had not stopped being awful since we first saw each other that day - Elisabeth and Katie were hurriedly constructing nooses. Whether for themselves or for us, we did not know, but thankfully, we arrived before they could hang them on the hand bars of the train.

We had safely arrived past the transbay tunnel and exited into the cool, crisp air of the Berkeley night. After a short walk through the surprisingly bustling college town - very cool compared to the oppressive Georgian heat of the season - we arrived at Weishan's apartment and, after having all three of them haul my wheelchair up the stairs because lol teh cripplez, we were safely inside. We enjoyed a filling dinner thanks to the generosity of my fiancee and settled in to watch - COMPLETELY LEGALLY COUGH COUGH - A Cabin In The Woods. Afterwards, we all settled in to our respective beds. For sleep, obviously.