Perhaps Red is an Unlucky Color: Chapter 1

My trip to Seattle began in the same fashion as any other trip I take. I pack in the last few hours, thus taking more than I need so I don't have to make decisions, and making arrangements that will get me to the airport in plenty of time. So far so good. I woke up on time the morning of my departure and as I was loading up the van to pick up Jaret, I grabbed my portfolio and noticed that it had somehow been spilled on in my car and was now shriveled and spotted with yellow. Shit, not a good start but there has to be good print shops in Seattle. I shook it off and picked up Jaret when I said I would. Everyone knows that Jaret is a notoriously slow driver so obviously I had planned in some extra time for that. The drive to Merrillville went smoothly with good music and conversation. Nice little Indiana drive for two brothers who don't spent too much time together anymore.

We arrived in Merrillville and waited for half an hour for my friend who was going to take me to O'hare; this delay was fine as I had planned enough time into the trip to compensate for meet-up times and perhaps lunch in the city. The trip to O'hare went very smoothly and there proved to be enough time to stop at a very good deli near the airport that my friend knew about from her time working near there. We ate and then proceeded to O'hare. I was flying Frontier and we scanned the signs to find which terminal I needed to be at; Frontier was not listed on any of the signs. I figured that the primarily western Frontier didn't have many flights from Chicago and thus was trying to remember which larger airline it belonged to. Kristina was in the process of calling her travel agent sister to find out; I was silently cursing the fact I didn't print out an itinerary, as well as trying desperately to keep the word "midway" from crossing my mind.

End of Part One