New York
I expect to hear you people in the back of the room singing. 
(sung to the tune of “Charley on the MTA”)
Let me tell the story of a chick named Ashley
Her adventure will make you frown.
She put her cell phone in her pocket
Packed her bag and laptop
Went to ride on a bus to Beantown!
CHORUS:
Did Ashley make it to Boston?
Yes she made it to Boston.
Her fate is finally learned.
Ashley rode forever between New York and Boston
Sorry New York, we won’t let her return!
It was snowing in New York when Ashley started her journey
It was warm and rainy in “Sox ville”
If she could get there quickly
She could feast on lobsta and chowda
Ashley wouldn’t have time to kill.
CHORUS:
Well, it started snowing harder
The traffic moved slower. Ashley started to get very bored
She tried to get others to sing
“1000 bottles of beer on the wall”
But not all her fellow passengers
Remembered the words.
CHORUS:
Ashley lost touch with the world before she got to Hartford
Her cell phone battery died.
She thought, “Now what will I do,”
“I can’t reach my phone girl!”
If I were Ashley, at this point I would have cried!
CHORUS:
Ashley finally arrived in Beantown a little after Midnight
The local weather was really bad!
Couldn’t get a cab, Ashley walked to her hotel
Decided, 'I’m sleeping in tomorrow
Hope my morning cancellations won’t be mad.'
CHORUS:
(off to copyright this) thirsty
-- Modified on 3/9/2005 11:48:50 AM
You know we have gay marriage here in MA. Like I need more competition. 
thirsty