|We had a ready means of escape.|
The intensities of the past 10 days put me in the mood to decompress this past weekend. Thankfully, I had willing co-decompressors in the form of some truly awesome milblog buddies, AKA the Council of Elders. On Sunday, members trekked in from points afar, on short notice, to convene at a familiar waterside haunt.
So there I was. The lone female amid Instapinch, Taco, Long Tab Sig O, Chadwick, and my BFF Concrete Bob.
What did we talk about?
Well, after we phone-harassed Uncle Jimbo for being absent, we got down to Serious Bidness. Here is a sampling.
Two of our number - Instapinch and Taco - are from the aviation community, and have spent long hours traipsing the Great Beyond. It so happens that in recent weeks, Mistah Concrete spotted a UFO in the skies over Virginia. Naturally, he asked Pinch and Taco for their input on such matters. The convo proceeded thusly...
Bob: So... when you guys were flying... did you ever... SEE anything?
Long Tab: [gets really, really wide-eyed, awaiting responses]
Chadwick: [raises eyebrow]
Taco and Pinch: [simultaneously] Nah.
Me: That's what they have to say, Bob. You know that.
Bob: They were flying IFR. Cockpit was blacked-out. How could they see anything?
It was a great way to decompress. Thanks, guys! You rock.