.8 hours of joy... and then some
CMH is a cellphone hell hole. I had the wrong number for Eric. Not because Eric told me wrong, I just didn't listen to him when he told me. I talked to Kristy in a very broken conversation and got the number that I can call so that Eric couldn't hear me as easily as Kristy couldn't hear me.
Waiting at baggage claim I got on the Internet. I'm such an addict. I checked my work email and my gmail. Eric showed up and I got my bag and we headed out. The dude picked us up in a white van and took us to the FBO. Thats a gas station sorta for planes. If you go to international airports they are way better than po dunk little airports, but the little places have better gas prices. This one was Swank with a capital S. (Did you notice how I put the capital S on swank back there? That's how swank it was.)
We took off and flying down there I was watching the GPS and really seeing how flat everyhing is. No wonder houses are cheaper out there than here, all that nice flat dirt you can just drop a house on, as if it were a witch.
I got to fly. Eric is a CFI and he taught me to fly straight and level. So Jon next time you say "ready?" I might not look like 1/2 the idiot I am. Lots of sight pictures of the horizon. What other kind of picture is there, Eric? Also there was a little bit of haze coming back and he'd say, "Pick a point really far out there and fly at that." (Should the P in pick be capital back there?) I'm looking at all this white and some stuff on the ground, but I managed to get through. Then I learned how to plan a descent. That was cool. Then I got to do part of the descent myself. Also cool. I trimmed the aircraft and worked the throttle. I was very jazzed. I logged .8 hours of flight instruction and I got to taxi.
Eric had a lesson and was in a hurry, so Kristy picked me up at the airport. After our really slow drive back through something called a pumpkin run (please don't ask) we made it home.
We headed out to lunch where we had Cincinnati chilli. No we didn't go to SkyLine thats for the tourists. We went to the best chilli in all of Cincinnati. The place is called... wait a sec. No way then my hole in the wall diner will be overrun by chilli fans who find out it's actually better than SkyLine so no way. I will say I was sorry they got rid of the video game tables up the middle of the restaraunt. It was like stepping back in time. They don't take credit cards or checks. Cash only it says on the door.
We went back to the house and I straightened up a bit. I did forget to shave. Sorry I was so scruffy, Dave & Gina. I went to the rehearsal dinner. I met Anna, the bride's maid, and her husband Ian. Lots of very nice people. Gina's brother was so cool. I didn't get much chance to talk to many people for a long time, but I got to hear about the whole wedding thing and how it was going.
I also got to sit with Brenner (For those of you following along with the home game: Dave. We always called him Brenner and I've been trying to call him David or Dave more but I'm all out now so we're back to Brenner). I was across from Brenner's grandfather and his companion who knew my 7th grade latin teacher. When I found that out I was microseconds from a spit take. Had I drank any earlier, I would have spit Dr. Pepper all over.
I headed back up to Goshen, er, sorry, Loveland, OH. Where I watched Kristy fight with "On Demand" cable. She was demanding movies and it was giving her the finger. I think she called the company the next day and gave them a figurative finger on the phone. We watched some dumb movie instead and then I crashed. Crashing when you aren't in a car or plane is just fine. I wasn't in the plane so no worries. I slept in pretty well to 10:00 am which is something I don't do at home. I justified it by avoiding jet lag by staying on Seattle time. lies...
More later... The wedding.
Waiting at baggage claim I got on the Internet. I'm such an addict. I checked my work email and my gmail. Eric showed up and I got my bag and we headed out. The dude picked us up in a white van and took us to the FBO. Thats a gas station sorta for planes. If you go to international airports they are way better than po dunk little airports, but the little places have better gas prices. This one was Swank with a capital S. (Did you notice how I put the capital S on swank back there? That's how swank it was.)
We took off and flying down there I was watching the GPS and really seeing how flat everyhing is. No wonder houses are cheaper out there than here, all that nice flat dirt you can just drop a house on, as if it were a witch.
I got to fly. Eric is a CFI and he taught me to fly straight and level. So Jon next time you say "ready?" I might not look like 1/2 the idiot I am. Lots of sight pictures of the horizon. What other kind of picture is there, Eric? Also there was a little bit of haze coming back and he'd say, "Pick a point really far out there and fly at that." (Should the P in pick be capital back there?) I'm looking at all this white and some stuff on the ground, but I managed to get through. Then I learned how to plan a descent. That was cool. Then I got to do part of the descent myself. Also cool. I trimmed the aircraft and worked the throttle. I was very jazzed. I logged .8 hours of flight instruction and I got to taxi.
Eric had a lesson and was in a hurry, so Kristy picked me up at the airport. After our really slow drive back through something called a pumpkin run (please don't ask) we made it home.
We headed out to lunch where we had Cincinnati chilli. No we didn't go to SkyLine thats for the tourists. We went to the best chilli in all of Cincinnati. The place is called... wait a sec. No way then my hole in the wall diner will be overrun by chilli fans who find out it's actually better than SkyLine so no way. I will say I was sorry they got rid of the video game tables up the middle of the restaraunt. It was like stepping back in time. They don't take credit cards or checks. Cash only it says on the door.
We went back to the house and I straightened up a bit. I did forget to shave. Sorry I was so scruffy, Dave & Gina. I went to the rehearsal dinner. I met Anna, the bride's maid, and her husband Ian. Lots of very nice people. Gina's brother was so cool. I didn't get much chance to talk to many people for a long time, but I got to hear about the whole wedding thing and how it was going.
I also got to sit with Brenner (For those of you following along with the home game: Dave. We always called him Brenner and I've been trying to call him David or Dave more but I'm all out now so we're back to Brenner). I was across from Brenner's grandfather and his companion who knew my 7th grade latin teacher. When I found that out I was microseconds from a spit take. Had I drank any earlier, I would have spit Dr. Pepper all over.
I headed back up to Goshen, er, sorry, Loveland, OH. Where I watched Kristy fight with "On Demand" cable. She was demanding movies and it was giving her the finger. I think she called the company the next day and gave them a figurative finger on the phone. We watched some dumb movie instead and then I crashed. Crashing when you aren't in a car or plane is just fine. I wasn't in the plane so no worries. I slept in pretty well to 10:00 am which is something I don't do at home. I justified it by avoiding jet lag by staying on Seattle time. lies...
More later... The wedding.
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