"You Should Blog About Blogging on the Train." Ok.

When I was a little girl, my favorite restaurant in Downtown Seattle was called Iron Horse. I don't know how my parents found it because, from what I remember, it was off the beaten path. I can actually remember riding in the car to go there and my sister insisting that we all lock our doors because "The bums are out!" She always called them bums or hobos.

Iron Horse was a rad burger joint. It was really dark inside because there were no windows. My mom tells me now that it was completely filthy, but to her little girls, it didn't matter, and thanks to its windowlessness, we probably couldn't tell. The best part of going to eat there was that there were toy train tracks going all the way around the restaurant and the little cabooses brought your cheeseburger right to the table. Even now I think that sounds pretty cool.

I was heart broken when they shut down. I would ask to go there for my birthday and Mom always said no because they had closed. Imagine my surprise, 20 years later, to find out that they didn't actually go out of business until I was about 18. One of my roommates in college told me she used to go there all the time.I was so mad!I missed out on a lot of train delivered cheeseburgers with ketchup only. There's no excuse for that one, Mom! Lame.

I am only thinking of Iron Horse right now because I'm stuck on a train (without a cheeseburger, in case you were wondering). We've been sitting in the same place for over an hour. I am literally 10 minutes from my house but there is a freaking river in the way. Apparently the bridge we have to go over is a draw bridge and it won't latch properly. Amtrak employees tried to do it in the dark by themselves for 50 minutes but now they've called in the professionals. Whatever. I might be spending the night on a choo choo train! Yay! Where's the bar?

Some of my fellow passengers are freaking out and being irate with the Amtrak employees but for some reason, I could care less. I might not feel the same when my iPod dies though... In the mean time, I'm rocking out, reclining and blogging about blogging on a train.

It's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.