Riding High

Woke up after a night of drinking, practiced the theme song to Duke Nukem 3d on my guitar, as well as In the Sun, and then took Luke and Kathy flying. The weather was perfect for flying: overcast but no clouds lower than 12 thousand feet in the entire Seattle area, with stable (as in, not turbulent) air and good visibility.

I took them to Bremerton. How and where to park the plane and whether we could grab a fast bite at the diner there may seem like trivial matters, but ironically, they are what I worried about the most. Luke thought this was funny, after the whole flying around and not dying thing we did. I guess I have the hard stuff down by now. I did make mistakes though. I forgot to diagram the airport on a piece of paper, and had to fly over it at a higher altitude just to read the runway numbers. Then, I was apparently cursing a lot, which I don't really remember. Mostly over nothing. Then, when we landed at Bremerton, I came in too high (like usual) and had to slip it in. Unfortunately for Luke and Kathy, I forgot that they didn't know what a slip was, so I imagine it was a bit scary when the plane was suddenly sideways just as we were landing.

The next plan is to someday meet up with Bridget, and/or this girl whose name starts with N, who live somewhere over there, at the Bremerton airport diner, thus infusing a sense of practicality into this whole flying business. I feel a lot more confident about that now--now that I know where to park and where to find the diner and all of those scary details I was fretting over. It took about half an hour to fly there.

Then we went to a bonfire with some friends. There is this school of thought that some of my friends are proponents of. It is something about doing whatever your want, or being yourself, and not worrying what other people think of you. I put this to the test tonight when I brought a six pack of strawberry flavored smirnoff to the campire. One thing led to another, and everyone there found out I am allergic to an undefined set of beers as well as white wine, and I was given everyone's opinion on what to do about it, and I had a stomach ache from all the smirnoff I had to drink to maintain my almost-buzz. In fact half of the people there will probably remember me as the obnoxious guy who was allergic to like, everything, man. Thats not how I want to be remembered. Next time I am going to bring a flask of Captain and a bottle of 151--both for drinking and for the fire (someone brought wood from a freshly cut tree). Also, I don't know what the latin word for don't-care-what-other-people-think-about-you is but I am filing it in the "overrated" section next to carpe diem.

It was a cool day though. I'd like more of these. Some adventure and some friends and some fire.