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So we got on the train (the third of the day), and discovered there was one table remaining open. After we sat down and the train got moving, it became obvious why the table directly at the top of the stairs of the cafe car on a Friday night was open.

On the good side, it appears Leif and Beeb are proper college town kids and sleep through drunken revelry. And we still have posession of our brains.

Am I typing coherently? I'm not entirely sure. Been a long day.

I think the conductors may be a bit drunk, too.