Decompressing With the Council of Elders: Of UFOs and Bungee Jumps

Goodness. This has been quite a week+, wherein many a flower pot was placed on the balcony, and much Gatorade was consumed. If you wish to know what I was doing, I encourage you to look at the current edition of People magazine pictured below, and to be on the lookout for the forthcoming issue. Meanwhile...

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?

At which point, more booze-a-hol arrived, and the convo continued. And eventually progressed outside, to the top of a waterfall, where Taco was reminded of his New Zealand bungee-jumping expedition, and more hilarity ensued. 

It was a great way to decompress. Thanks, guys! You rock.