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bzarcherMy trip to Georgia actually almost ended before it started.
As we sat in the (VERY TINY) commuter jet for the hop to DC, we started our takeoff roll. I was seated just a few seats back from the cockpit, so I got to hear the sudden loud "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP" just a we left the ground. A moment later, we were back on the ground...and slowing down...and then the captain came on.
"Folks, we're having a small problem", (and at that moment, George Carlin was in the back of my head, shouting BROKEN PLANE!), "And we're going to head back...you'll just be rotated to another plane."
To their credit, that's exactly what they did, and we were back on the runway about 15 minutes later, and this time we actually took off!
Aside from some Dunkin Donuts at the terminal, the layover in DC was pretty uneventful, and the only complaint I have about the flight to Atlanta was that our gate was pretty much the entire airport away from baggage claim, rental car, whatnot.
I noticed within 20 minutes of driving in Atlanta (and even down into Macon and Warner-Robbins) that at least 25% of all vehicles do indeed appear to be on "Dubs."
Atlanta's AM sports radio is also a lot more fun than Columbus', and appears to get away with a lot more foul language than ours do! I heard at least 5 of the 7 dirty words you can't say on television, which surprised me.
Going down I-75, I got behind an apparently brand new Wrangler hardtop (temp tags!). As we passed under a bridge at -highway speeds-, some bright lad in the passenger seat decided to stand up out of the sunroof and try to -touch the bridge-. I was a little disappointed he failed. Losing some fingers might have done the lad some good.
The restaurant we had the rehersal dinner at featured an appetizer called "Sticks of Fire", which were not actually on fire, but were filled with delightful italian cheeses, sausage, and spices. I ordered them despite my disappointment at the lack of flambe, and managed to grab all of the attention at our 4 tables for about five minutes while people went "WHOA!" - they came served in a metal torchiere, arranged in the torch basket like pastry flames, and some dipping sauces at the base. Everyone wanted to know what they were and who ordered it.
Cossack gave me a beautiful pocketwatch for being his best man. It makes me a little sad that I'm going to do a horribly embarassing toast tomorrow. :D
I got online to do some work - I'm technically on call tonight. Seriously tired. Tomorrow's going to be a big day.
As we sat in the (VERY TINY) commuter jet for the hop to DC, we started our takeoff roll. I was seated just a few seats back from the cockpit, so I got to hear the sudden loud "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP" just a we left the ground. A moment later, we were back on the ground...and slowing down...and then the captain came on.
"Folks, we're having a small problem", (and at that moment, George Carlin was in the back of my head, shouting BROKEN PLANE!), "And we're going to head back...you'll just be rotated to another plane."
To their credit, that's exactly what they did, and we were back on the runway about 15 minutes later, and this time we actually took off!
Aside from some Dunkin Donuts at the terminal, the layover in DC was pretty uneventful, and the only complaint I have about the flight to Atlanta was that our gate was pretty much the entire airport away from baggage claim, rental car, whatnot.
I noticed within 20 minutes of driving in Atlanta (and even down into Macon and Warner-Robbins) that at least 25% of all vehicles do indeed appear to be on "Dubs."
Atlanta's AM sports radio is also a lot more fun than Columbus', and appears to get away with a lot more foul language than ours do! I heard at least 5 of the 7 dirty words you can't say on television, which surprised me.
Going down I-75, I got behind an apparently brand new Wrangler hardtop (temp tags!). As we passed under a bridge at -highway speeds-, some bright lad in the passenger seat decided to stand up out of the sunroof and try to -touch the bridge-. I was a little disappointed he failed. Losing some fingers might have done the lad some good.
The restaurant we had the rehersal dinner at featured an appetizer called "Sticks of Fire", which were not actually on fire, but were filled with delightful italian cheeses, sausage, and spices. I ordered them despite my disappointment at the lack of flambe, and managed to grab all of the attention at our 4 tables for about five minutes while people went "WHOA!" - they came served in a metal torchiere, arranged in the torch basket like pastry flames, and some dipping sauces at the base. Everyone wanted to know what they were and who ordered it.
Cossack gave me a beautiful pocketwatch for being his best man. It makes me a little sad that I'm going to do a horribly embarassing toast tomorrow. :D
I got online to do some work - I'm technically on call tonight. Seriously tired. Tomorrow's going to be a big day.
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Date: 2008-03-29 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-29 03:59 am (UTC)Yeah, I'd like to spend more time down here, but unfortunately after the wedding, I'm flying back Sunday morning. Oh, well. :D I will try to come back!
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Date: 2008-03-29 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-29 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-29 12:26 pm (UTC)You'll see a $1200 dollar piece of shit rolling on $2000 of rims.
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Date: 2008-03-29 01:50 pm (UTC)