I think it is Sunday

I know I was in the AMC terminal at Norfolk on Saturday. I remember having dinner at Panera with Brad and Jeff and zipping to the base by my 8pm show time. I remember being in an under-air conditioned room trying to read my book, but giving up for all the distraction. And I remember the joyous cheers around 11pm when they said we could finally board the plane and everybody mashed together by the door. We stood there like that for about an hour I suppose and then boarded our airplane headed for Frankfurt Germany. It was a very long hour packed like sardines only to have to unpack ourselves so the E-8s and above could get to the front of the area to board first... it was kind of nice to have some rank privalages. I mean, being a lowly Captain, there isn't much RHIP... but to get to choose my seat in front of all the other folk -- although not seeming much like a perk -- really was after having endured discomfort of that Air Terminal.

I don't remember anything about the flight here except the fact my sound-baffling earphones are the very best invention ever. They served us 2 meals... french toast and a ham sandwich... I was zonked for just about the entire time so I missed the in-flight movies... but I did wake up in time to see some gag show where a cop kicked a fake dust-mop of a dog in a park and everybody thought it was real. I guess you had to be there... and have been on this plane for 8 hours, to be in the mood to laugh at such things.

So we FINALLY get to Germany, only to find out that as we are leaving the plane, that our 2 hour layover is going to be 7 hours. There was a mad rush backwards because pretty much nobody was bringing their things off the plane... So we grabbed our crap and headed off. My second best purchase for this trip was my U-ring neck bean bag... my neck isn't even sore. I plopped on a chair, put my feet up on the other chair and made a bed... only to have to get up 20 minutes later to get a briefing saying we could go find food on base... food? We just ate 2 meals which in my mind were in the middle of the night. How could anybody be hungry?

I declined... and saw this sign which is now my new idea of luxury... the USO. computers... couches... comfort. I've been sacked out for I don't know how long on one of the couches in the computer room. When I awoke, I tried to do the calculations to figure out what time/day it was... the best I can figure is my body thinks it is near 11am Sunday... So if that's the case... where is my mimosa?

Locally... it is 5:30, which means only another 5 more hours till I get back on the airplane. I see USO danishes... I think that will be dinner.

cheers,
d