Like the 3 Stooges

Last Wednesday I made arrangements to go to a Photoshop seminar at the Convention Center in Philly. I had to get up at 5:30 AM, shower, shave, dress (as Louise) take my medicine and get to the Absecon train station.

Well, I wear a blond wig and I think it's rubbed off on me, I only used the self ticket machine once and that was with help last year. I felt I was running a little late and didn't want to screw up so I asked a lady for help. She happened to be Asian and if you know most Asians they tend to be very fast. I told her I wanted a one way to Philly, she started to push the buttons so fast I couldn't tell what she was doing. My back was to the tracks and I heard the train arrive and she pushed the last button and ran to the train, I grabbed the ticket and jumped in as the door closed and found a seat facing a rather large gentleman. As I settled into the seat and a little out of breath I noticed we may be going backwards, unless I was sitting facing Atlantic City. It took a moment to realise I was going the wrong way and confirmed it with the large gentleman facing me, he smiled and said "we're going to Atlantic City" almost in a gleeful way.

There was nothing I could do and now I'm really concerned if they're is another train or way I can get to Philly by 9:30, I was (to say the least) pissed.

I get to AC and ask a conductor about alternative transportation and was told the bus station is just out the door, so I run there and ask the ticket girl about the bus to Philly, she said yes it stops out the door way, so I go out and don't see anything and go back in and ask about a ticket, she said "Oh, I didn't know you wanted to go there" (Oh well). She starts to print a ticket and I ask what time does it arrive in Philly, she says 10:45 and I don't know where in the city it stops at. I said, I need to get there by 9:30, she said "you can got to the Greyhound line about 4 blocks away, they get there by 9:15.

I ran over there and just got a ticket and on the bus as it was pulling out. Turned out to be much better, the bus station is right by the Penn station food court, I had time to get a bagel and coffee from the Pennsylvania Dutch people and find a seat in the conference room.

I also met the girl who belongs and does the photography for the Epicurean society I belong to, we had lunch together and found out we have a mutual acquaintance that we both know that Cross Dresses too.

It was a rather long seminar with a few breaks. I used the men's room as Louise and I know cause a few remarks. As I was leaving the seminar I used to men's room at the end of the corridor in order to avoid causing others discomfort, but it was full, I had to wait a short bit and then a stall became available, as I was in there I heard the room get quiet, when I came out of the stall it was empty, I don't know if everyone ran out or what happened so I took my time and was washing my hands and turned to get paper to dry them, as I did an older (maybe 65-70 yo) man walked in a saw me and started to turn and run out, I called in my Lou voice, you're OK, I almost gave him a heart attack.

I walked back to the bus terminal and was reflecting on my thoughts about Cross Dressing when I was about 6-7 years old. It was because I had just walked by a Cop who glanced out the side of his eye. When I started down this road I felt I was not only the only person in the world with this off beat perversion, but that I would never allow anyone to lean my secret, in fact I wanted to die because I knew it was wrong. But now I walk down the street anywhere, anytime, in front of anyone. As the famous quiote goes "One small step as Lou, one giant step to Louise"

All in all, it was an experiance, but no trouble at all.