Monday, 6/29 was our final day in Cleveland, and of course it was Memorial Day to boot. So we went to a cool moving fundraiser where we met a bunch of gay men who live in the Cleveland area. We were told two of the rudest jokes I’ve ever heard, which I will rarely repeat. Betty – well, she may be easier to talk into telling them. On some days. If she likes you. Maybe. When she gets over being burnt out.
We went home having eaten our fill& having met the local, out, gay City Council member, which was pretty cool. As Diane reported, we did go from being “the two lesbians” at the movable feast to being Helen & Betty, but it felt good to donate a book as a door prize & to give one to the person who’d done the day’s legwork. Still, we were knackered by the time we got back to Diane’s, & I can’t really sleep much when I know we’ve got a train to catch. But we did nap, kind of, & then we packed, & then we drove to Amtrak and said goodbye to Diane & waited in a sleepy Amtrak station for the train to Chicago.
There is something very romantic about catching a train in the middle of the night, despite the sleepiness, or maybe because of it.
Well, train travel by night beats a chicago layover on the red-eye from the west coast, that’s for sure…. O’Hare is downright scary at 4:00 a.m.