Trip - Day 0

The night before my scheduled leave, my friend Chad was to arrive. That is, 2 Friday's ago Chad came to visit. Having problems w/ email recently (especially via Yahoo, and to Ericsson), he did not get my detailed directions before he left. As such, he guessed a way not exactly inline w/ efficiency, and arrived a bit late. We were planning on going out that night once he got, but we cancelled that due to time.

The next morning was better. After a good sleep we did some minor shopping for my trip then went and shot pool (weather was crappy). Pool and catching up was great. Got back late though due to accident (not me - lol) on way back. Forgot to pack a few things, running around a bit at last minute. All day Chad had tried calling some of his friends in Durham but to no avail. Later we find out Chad was calling a wrong number (no answer but no machine either) and they didn’t have my phone #. Oh well. We got over to Chris's to get some things, missed dinner but got out in time for flight. Chad went back to VaBeach,

On way to airport I realized my tickets weren't in my bookbag (but I knew I had brought them to Chris's). I pulled over and checked. Not there. Screaming mad I returned to Chris's (I couldn’t even speed as some dumbass cop was trolling along the interstate - ugh). He and Jenni had left for lunch (I knew this already but tried anyway). I did finally find tickets however, under my suitcase in truck bed (I thought they were on Chris's floor though). Relieved, I set out again to airport.

So now I finally get to airport, late. Hey, guess what? Special Olympics. Ie, no parking. I finally found the correct out lot and parked. Then proceeded to wait for the bus. Ugh. Eventually I got in the airport and to the counter. I figured a line (which I would’ve cut anyway), but there was none. Wow, this is ok. Oh no, new girl. Yeah, she says, "oh, you’re running late. Since you're in a hurry, let me find someone who knows what they're doing." I’m quite sure I went pale. Turns out no such person was to be found so she continued. At one point she and another girl were debating the correct way to ticket the luggage. She claimed she was right, printed it, and found out she was wrong. My confidence was draining by the minute - minutes I didn’t have.

Or so I thought. One good thing about living in a loser city is that u can always expect delays. Perhaps because the pilots from RDU are more used to driving farm tractors than aero-planes, I don’t know. Anyway, I met up w/ Chuck. He was finishing a pizza and informed me of the delay. But soon we were off.

Tomorrow - reason #1 (of 3) that being short is good (as opposed to 967 reasons it sucks ass).