Oct 12, 2004
Tuesday morning we woke up feeling anything but rested, and scrambled to load our travel gear into the car and get to the airport on time. Despite our early arrival at the airport, we got held up in airline security.
Nate was wearing a pair of hiking boots that looked as if they had shanks in the sole or something. We were expecting to see him dancing naked before they let him go. Jason gave Nate a hard time until his bag went through and also got flagged.
There was a solid black square in the middle of the pack that none of us could figure out. They pulled it off the belt to search, and the sheepish look on Jason’s face was perfect as airline security pulled out his solid lead flask.
There must have been a lot of people held back in security because the flight was twenty minutes late reaching the runway. We waited in line for take off, and all of us breathed a sigh of relief as the plane at last went airborne. We were on our way to France. After a quick change of planes in Atlanta we should be reaching destination Europe in the morning.
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