Can't. Stop. Laughing.

As I arrived into the train station this morning, I noticed one of my friend (and co-worker) sitting in the lobby awaiting an outbound train. Which is odd. She lives in the Suburbs. She should be coming into the city, not leaving it, at this hour.

Then I remembered: she had a date last night.

It all made sense, the clothes were ruffled, she was nursing a Vitamin Water, and she was glowing.

This was not the walk of shame, this is was the Pride Train. First stop: her parent's house.