Back in the golden days of Tunnel ('97)...blissfully waved my friends (and rides/coat check ticket) goodbye. No, no, I said, I'll get home Ok! So there I am, no coat in November, in typical raver gear - tank top, Dreams, pigtails - no money, no keys, no coat, no metro card, no ride home. Stumble to Penn Station. Get Propostioned!!!! on the way. Not quite THAT desperate for moolah. Miraculously, what I though was an empty bank account as 20 bucks in it. Am saved from collect call to folks upstate to wire money. Ride subway back to Queens, shaking and avoiding strange glances from fellow commuters. Managed to break into my apartment...NOT one of my finer moments! [This message has been edited by nicole212 (edited 07-27-2000).]