Loads of fun on Sunday, as Doc Sean
and his lovely bride Heather unwisely threw open their doors for the
likes of your humble scribe. I scurried in under the ropes while the bouncer was
distracted, and passed many a pleasant moment with a higher class set of people,
including John and Beth Donovan of the Castle, Kevin of The
Primary, Main Objective (seen here with his charming friend from Italia,
Gracie), Smash and Mrs Smash, herself now quite
recovered from her too-recent equine ejection. Also there were Sandy Eggans
Joanie from DaGoddess and Ted from Game World, and a right good pleasure it was
meeting them as well.
Sean offered up
armloads of BBQ of ribs and chicken, and this rounded out by a serving of his
world renowned chicken curry. There was, of course, much rejoicing. For my own
part, I brought an eight pack of Guinness (for strength! ), and thus severally fortified I
escaped for an ever-so-brief moment the characteristic diffidence, not to say
bashful reticence of a naval aviator and fighter pilot. Thus equipped, we
engaged in spirited conversation on the merits and timeliness of proposed
riverine warfare capabilities and the training of naval infantry, with your
humble narrator heard to soflty interject the words "Marine Corps" from time to
time, and then sadly shake his head. Talk there was of Gaza withdrawals, and of
favorite blogging tools (Moveable Type seems the preferred solution among the
cognoscenti, and rueful tales were exchanged about the difficulty finding
permalinks on this very site. As
if.)
At one point, the uninformed observer could possibly be forgiven
for thinking that I was shooting at my wristwatch while talking with my hands,
not realizing,
pace
the artillery corps (queen of the battlefield!), that we in aviation must solve
not only for range, but also lead angle and plane-of-motion: Rounds aimed at
wristwatches always fall harmlessly aft - the physics are inescapable. Smash
summoned up the Krakatoa eruption shortly before flinging my
Treo in the dust, causing us all to nod our heads sagely in agreement and make a
mental note to hit up google when we got home. The Treo proved itself more
robust than its notional master, who had to leave just at the moment when the
feast was at its best.
And then they
played "Team America - World Police." I missed it.
Sigh.
Maybe next time.
(Thanks again, Sean!)
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"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." - John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Ceasar and Cleopatra"
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