party! party! party!

Yay! It's started. The first people who are planning to host a party at Arisia have gotten in touch.

some actual humans work for the T

I was heading home from dancing in Harvard Square and as I went through the turnstiles, I heard the characteristic squeal of a train attempting to miss me and (because I live after the red line split) is going to Ashmont. I flew down the stairs. Literally, I jumped down each flight, and got to the doors as they closed. I turned to where the (? person who looks out to make sure that no one is caught in the doors ?) was, but she was already looking the other direction to close the other half of the doors.

She turned back, and, as I was trying to formulate a good set of puppy dog eyes, the doors opened.

I got on, took it to Ashmont where I finally got the chance to thank her. She seemed surprised that I did...