Hissyfit! (Blue Angels, Part I)
HISSYFIT CONFESSION: Last night M saunters in from her poker game at work, grinning even though she didn't win, a bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte in hand (they give her one every year on her anniversary), talking about how she was invited at the last minute to a work excursion ON A YACHT for a CHAMPAGNE LUNCH during the first real BLUE ANGELS SHOW of FLEET WEEK on the bay. It was for everyone on the team of a specific project she wasn't on, but had put in so much work on that they wanted to include her, which is super awesome. Not so awesome? She couldn't take me with her, obviously! Pout, pout, pout.
No matter that I'd been geeking out on the air shows all day long and had pretty much memorized the schedule. Thursday, noon - practice. Friday, 2PM - practice, 3PM - show. Saturday...you get the picture. Anyway, I decided to put my big girl panties on and go with her today no matter what. My plan was to send her off and then find a nice spot on the wharf somewhere to watch all by lonesome. With a flask, preferably. M threatened to kill me if I let any hot tomboy pilots pick me up and take me for a ride, though, so there went that plan! (Pfft...whatever happened to Don't Ask, Don't Tell?)
Tune back in tomorrow for more pics and the rest of the story. Yes, I'm a tease. I know. But the tomboy just made a round of cosmos and it's urgent. And guess what?! Sunday = cowgirls, go-carts and In & Out for a very special birthday girl's celebrations. It's going to be a good weekend, y'all. Have fun!