Turkey day has come and gone, and it was a fabulous trip back to the bean. Rushing out of work on Wednesday to frantically catch the Grayhound bus back up to frigid New England was an adventure of its own. Though we had purchased a regular greyhound ticket, we were put on the ???Mercedes Benz??? of buses (some Yankee Coach Line) that was had all leather interior, great leg room, tray tables and a bingo set in the back. The only thing missing was the in-flight peanuts and beverage service. We already knew that this was not going to be an ordinary bus trip.
Shortly after boarding, the driver informed us we had two great films for the trip, one love story and one horror story. ???A mix of emotions that will seem like a rollercoaster,??? he explained. The first film was ???French Kiss,??? which we had opted to watch ???Scarface??? instead (or at least 2:23 minutes of it, before the laptop died). The second film was the more interesting one.The film was some crazy english film called ???The Hole??? that was roughly the story of 4 kids that skipped easter vacation to spend it in this bunker-type cavern in the middle of the woods. The bunker had full (but grotesque) amenties, that made it livable for several days. Cutting right to the chase, the four manage to lock themselves into this bunker and only one of the girls survives when they are rescued.
The film is the recounting of what happened during that time, that would explain how the others died and trying to prove that the surviving girl did not kill the others. The story itself isn???t really the catch. What???s so amazing is that the film had quite a bit of nudity (including male-frontal nudity) and a lot of blood and violence. It???s surprising that they aired such an ???inappropriate??? film on a bus with kids of all ages. Granted, there was only a few, but still!
This was no ordinary bus ride from the get-go, but we were still amazed at the showing of such a film during the ride. We???re still wondering how to sign up for this same service the next time we travel back up to Boston.
One of my fierce pet peeves is when people refer to Thanksgiving as Turkey Day. If you say this to me, I might scald you with my egg nog latte.