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Posted on 12/21/2004 12:25:42 PM PST by hk409Edited on 12/21/2004 12:54:14 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
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I have one more day here in Qatar and then my flight back to the states...
and then, probably, a week or two hiatus from FR probably....
And out today here. You need to get on back. My Birthday is 1/15/2005. I'll be a 51 year old geezer.
well I will be in the states by then....but just in case (I dont know that I will have access to the net in Tampa), Happy Birthday 5 days early!!!
Well, I don't know what state you'll end up at exactly here. It's colder than you are used to probably.
And to think they drink bier out of liter sized vessels - very tricky.
As for the shelf - that would be plain dangerous with the shite an Irishman makes after a weekend on the Guinness!!
BTW, you should the stool off the shelf with a stick, next time you have a shite in Germany.
well I will start out in Florida, but my job is moving to Dayton on or about the 24th of January (I think, the higher ups havent quite gotten back yet)....
And I head back to Iraq in just a few days.
Your return to the States will probably feel a little surreal at first. It sure did for me.
But it's a good surreal...;-)
Oh ya? Dayton's not far from here. But it's cold there too...LOL
Keep it - memories of The Liberation.
It was a pop quiz.
Beer Run: (Homeward Bound, Lift-off!)
Another blast of the klaxon brings forth a few more latecomers, hurrying up to the loading ramp with their boodle. Local citizens are gathering in amusement.
The engines rev up again. A passing breeze shifts the structure slightly, and the roar of the engines is reduced quickly. The assistant loadmaster signals passengers to continue up the ramp and complete the boarding.
Several minutes go by. A hushed expectancy fills the crowd. Many are startled when the klaxon sounds for the last time, a long blast signalling that departure is imminent. One confused individual is helped and encouraged by several friends to stagger up the ramp by some local acquaintances. The assistant loadmaster checks off a form with apparent relief.
He signals the pilot with a hand signal, and confirms over walkie-talkie. He then scans the area one last time, and heads up the ramp. At the top, he looks back one last time, and starts the closing of the ramp door.
The engines rev up again, oriented downward to hold against the breeze as the balloon inflates slightly. Quickly the engines are swung upward, and the craft leaps into the sky like a child launching on a swing. It oscillates back and forth for a moment as it steadily climbs into the late afternoon sky. Slowly the chaft makes a wide circle and begins moving off to the northeast.
The beer run is now on its homeward leg, but there is a mood of merriment aboard already. Soon they will be back in the spacious accommodations of the castle. For now, the passengers and crew make do with the comforts they can find, and perhaps another draft of Guinness.
I'll take cold...so long as there are trees and grass and Americans :)
Where is my Irish Whiskey?
I have no title. sob...
Thank you for that information. Everything is better in the United States!
Keep the name. Name changes are ... dizzying. And we don't need more dizzying after flying across the Irish Sea with beer. James was turning a funny color.
I hate flying too....
I have an electronic motion-sickness bracelet. The charge makes my whole arm go ZING, but I don't throw up. Also works on morning sickness.
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