It gets worse. We made it to the airport fine (fine-ish, I'm pretty sure Dad was swerving on purpose when I was putting on my eyeliner and mascara). We made it to the correct terminal eventually, it was 1, not the one by where we exited the car. We waited in the long line for security and were greeted by a cheerful TSA officer, (not sarcasm, he was actually smiling at 5:45am, so those customer service trainings are really paying off with that guy) although, cheerful at 5:45 is mostly just annoying, another bad sign. We plopped down at our gate and had 15 minutes to spare. I went to the restroom just as they began boarding our flight. Seems perfect, right? It was a bloody mess, not in the British sense of the word. I blew my nose and immediately got an actual bloody nose. (You were worried what I was going to say, weren't you? As if!) I suddenly regretted my wardrobe choice: white shirt, white jacket, not because it didn't look good, it did. It would not look good with blood dripped all over it. In case you have lost the thread of this entry, remember what I said about bad omens? Blood on your hands, on your clothing, on your face- that's like a crime scene. No good can come from that. I think actual blood of any kind at the beginning of the novel is definitely symbolism or some sort of foreshadowing. Good thing I packed bandaids. I'm pretty sure if this is my epic journey and the hero (me) is going on some kind of quest for fortune, fame, wealth, etc. etc. etc., that I am going to be facing more than just a trio of sirens wooing me into a rocky, watery grave. There will be blood. Oh yes, there will be blood. (Should I really be making jokes about watery graves before we cross the ocean? Yes, jokes before are ok. Jokes after, not ok. Unless they make for a good story among family and friends.) Plus, the irony involved in this story makes it a fantastic topic for literary discussion You know me, I'm all about the learning experience, if the story teaches irony better than a lame song from the '90s, you must use it. Think of the children. So, I stood in a stall with toilet paper up my nose for like ten minutes, waiting for it to stop. Once it seemed under control I was walking back to Rachael when they actually called our name to board the flight. That's never happened to me before. Okay once, but I doubted they were about to upgrade us to first class. I think anytime I am not upgraded to first class is always a bad omen.
You'll be glad to know I made it out of the SL airport without any stains on my clothing. That is really lucky for me, I'm pretty sure they don't have an Ann Taylor store in the Denver airport. I can't say the same for my character, it may have already been in question if I am going on an epic journey. Epic heroes usually have some fatal flaw that will ultimately be part of their downfall. As this is just the beginning of our journey though, I guess you'll have to wait and see. On a side note, the epic hero always has a plucky sidekick to get them out of jams and little scrapes. Do you think Rachael really knew what she signed up for? Think of all the short guys that are lost in the journey in "Lord of the Rings." All that blood and walking for a lousy ring?
PS: Any typos are the fault of my plucky sidekick. Why bring a sidekick if not to blame them for my punctuation and typing errors?
Love it! Keep 'em comming! :)
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