I hear the Chinatown bus is a decent way to get to Boston

For the length of time I spent on public transportation today, I might as well have gone to see the game at Fenway.

I was contemplating leaving Williamsburg roundabout 11:40pm when a friend told me the L was shutting down at midnight. I hurried to the L stop, arriving at 11:56, to discover the station closed; an attendant said there was a shuttle bus to the J. So I get on the nearest bus; the driver affirms that she's going to the J, but in the end she didn't go a little hop south to Marcy Avenue; instead, she was headed all the way to the Brooklyn end of the J.

So I got off a little earlier when I saw an M stop -- by this time I'd already gone all the way to Myrtle-Wyckoff. So, I get on the Manhattan-bound M and start reading a magazine ... when I look up an article or two later, expecting to be near Manhattan, we're at Seneca Avenue, which is (or is almost) in Queens! Turns out the M doesn't go into Manhattan late at night, but rather simply shuttles back and forth on the last eight stops. That is truly the first time I've ever been on a train that has changed direction mid-track.

So I get off at Seneca, eventually get on another "Manhattan-bound" M, transfer to the J at Myrtle, take the J to Canal Street, trek through the labrynthine Canal St station (apparently designed by someone whose previous architecture experience was in setting up lab mazes for rats) to the 6. And then, of course, the uptown 6 is running express past my stop, so I have to stop at 125th St and wait again for the downtown 6.

That's a walk to the L, a bus, and five trains. I want someone to sit me in their comfy armchair and make me a cup of tea to ameliorate the spiritual wear and tear.