So, apparently, sometimes even when you buy a pass to get on any train, you can't get on some trains. Then you have to pay a lot to get on the train that is connected to the train that you are supposed to be on, but no one tells you that they are two different trains that are just hugging right now. Then you have to change trains in Brussels before they go in different directions.
Then you run run run to get on the right train, but they tell you it's too late, that you'll just have to stay on the wrong train (even though the correct train is RIGHT THERE) until Brussells because they don't want to let you on (EVEN THOUGH THE DOORS TO THE RIGHT TRAIN ARE STILL OPEN).
Then you find out there's wifi on the train. And, even better, in Europe wifi is pronounced "wee fee." Great! So you try and go to the bar car so that you can pay for internet on a card so that it's not another stupid credit card fee on your statement, but walking down a moving train is like walking while REALLY drunk, only you can still feel your face and you don't have to pee, and you don't feel like making out with whoever is in front of you.
Then you get there, and the lady is really nice, and she sells you the ticket. Then you walk back, and everyone HATES you because you're walking and they're watching 27 dresses dubbed in German. Then you get back, and you find out there's a secret code underneath a shiny piece of tinfoil on your internet card that you have to peel off. Normally in the United States it would be printed under this, but no, as you rip, you find out that nothing is there. you look on the back, and it's ripped in half.
You try and try, but the letters don't even look real. So then you take it back halfway across the train to that nice lady, and she flat out denies you. Nope. Sorry. Can't return or exchange that. It's got to be on there somewhere. She even puts it back together for you, because she's kind of nice still. She says "yeah, that's got to be it." You ask her "but, that's not even real numbers or letters." She says "sorry, I dont' know how that works." Then she sends you on your way. 27 dresses hate you again. Then you're back. Then Amanda tapes the thing together with Lisa Frank stickers on the side of your card.
Still nothing. THEN, all of a sudden you realize that you have to LOOK AT THE SECRET CODE IN A MIRROR for it to work.
Then you write about it on livejournal, and you still can't get ahold of Parker (even though he has an iPhone) and you hope he knows you're not coming in at 4:45, but rather at 7:45. Oh well.