The Ride Before the Ride

OK, so it's been a bit since I've posted, but there is a perfectly good explanation. I won the lottery, bought my own island and have been staying there for the past few months. Don't believe me? Well you shouldn't, I'm lying through my fingers, actually, I've been in Washington for the past two weeks. I was visiting my sweetness, Summer, I got to stay at her house! It was the best ever! She's so fucking awesome it's not even funny. We've got everything in common! And she's so beautiful. I will now speak briefly on matters concerning the ride to Seattle, Washington, or, more specifically, Bremerton, Washington, home of my love. We had originally planned for her to pay for the ticket by dipping in to her sakuracon funds, which would have worked out if not for a family mishap. After much argument, Summer allowed me to pay for my own airfare, I would have paid for it in the first place, but my pockets are a little empty these days. If you want to know why, ask my best friend Paul about it. So I set aside a couple hundred dollars from one of my paychecks, and sent it to Summer so her mother could put the plane ticket on her credit card. An E-ticket is a very smart idea for a person like me, because I am prone to losing things. All I had to do was show my I.D. at the Frontier Airlines hub in the airport, and they would give me a boarding pass.
The ride to the airport was more frightening than the actual plane ride! Low on gas, all of us tired as hell, because we had absolutely no sleep the night before,(we had to get up at 4 am and decided just to stay up all night) and riding in a car that felt it was going to fall apart at any minute was scary, to say the least. It was raining and my step-dad was exhausted after a long night of t.v. and video games, which also made him a little edgy. So they fought... Of course, why wouldn't they fight? Ah, I won't get into that at this point, it would be a whole different story. Anyway, the car was acting up because water had gotten into a part that it shouldn't have, and the engine kept bogging down. We found it hard to get above 45 mph on the highway and almost didn't make up several hills.
Passing many exits on the highway, soon the airport signs started showing up on the exit signs, which meant we were getting closer(and I was getting nervous-er). We got to the exit and pulled into the HUGE ASS lot of Lambert International Airport. It was hard to not get lost, but we had the help of the signs to guide us through. We took the road that had the sign above it with "Departures" on it and pulled up on all of the different airline hubs. Alaskan, American, Delta, we passed a bunch of hubs and finally rolled up to the Frontier Airlines hub. There was a sign that clearly stated "DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CAR UNATTENDED!" It was five o'clock in the morning on a Sunday and no one was around to check on us. We utilized the "It's not a crime if you don't get caught" theory to it's fullest.
My mom, step-dad, and I got out and walked inside to the information desk. I walked up to the lady at the front desk, and a woman looked at me strangely and told me there was a line. The people were scattered out near the desk and it did not look even remotely like they were in a line. So I waited 5 minutes until I got the desk, the lady asked me if I had any bags to check. I had no idea what "any bags to check" meant, so I said yes.... (ask me to explain my reasoning later) and they told me to put it through the conveyor belt and go to gate E. Gate E was nowhere in MY sight. My step-dad looked around and saw it. Way the Hell down at the other end of the airport. The letters were so small I couldn't make them out. My parents and I said our goodbyes and I walked down the corridor.
I got to gate E only to find out the line wasn't even open yet, I had to wait another hour and a half for it to open. I didn't want to wait that long and then have to wait even longer at the end of the line, so I stayed in my place, I zoned out thinking about where I would be half a day later and before I knew it, time was up. It was now time to go through security. "Whoo!" I thought to myself as I showed my I.D. one last time. I was not thrilled with going through security as I had heard stories about airline security. They said it would be easier if we took our shoes off so as to not set off the alarms. I emptied my pockets and put them in the dish along with my shoes and GBA sp and stepped through the metal detector.... no sound, I was so relieved! I didn't want to get held up in line because of my belt buckle or something. I walked passed security and up the next corridor, I did NOT use the horizontal human conveyor belt.... lazy lazy lazy people! I got the gate finally and sat down in front of it. Through the glass I saw one, there it was, an airplane! I felt like a child seeing a plane for the first time! Oh wait, I was. After being awestruck for a half an hour, boarding was finally about to begin. They called handicapped and unnacompanied children first, and then special passengers, and then they finally called the seat numbers. I was number 20 and they had called numbers 22 through 18, I got up and walked toward the door leading to the walkway. I was about to board a plane for the first time ever.


I really didn't want to do this, but my brain hurts so I am putting this story in parts.