Trip Report

I had a fun trip. On the flight down, I saw clouds so thick and fluffy that it felt like I could hop out and bounce on them. Beautiful. When I got to the base and found billeting, the woman working the counter noticed my knee brace and gave me a ground floor room 2 doors down from the desk. Thanks, Rewa! Then, of course, it was time to visit friends. On Tuesday, they managed to find a bar doing karaoke (they're so awesome!), and so we went and had some fun. Though the barmaid insisted that the two of them drink alcohol (I was DD and don't drink, besides), we had the mic almost to ourselves and were able to sing all sorts of things. They even had Hear Me In the Harmony, which I've wanted to sing since approximately 3 seconds after the first time I heard it start in my CD player. I didn't do too badly, I think.

The training wasn't too bad; fairly boring, actually. I got to show a new kid the beautiful beaches of the Gulf Coast. The flight back was interesting, too. On the first leg, the entire complement of flight attendants were attractive, which was novel. And the second leg had one attendant who poured drinks as if she were on speed, epileptic, had Parkinson's Disease, or all three; and another who wore what can only be described as the official Delta Airlines pajama and bathrobe set. Both crews were quite efficient and did their jobs well, my shallow observations notwithstanding.

Then came the best part of the trip: getting home. Ahhh...

--Beav