Thirtysomething

The Thought

So last Saturday, Deidre and I decided that we needed drinks that night. We spent the whole day baking and damn it, we deserved some alcohol as a reward. I was very exicted by this prospective because 1. I would get to hanging out with Deidre, something I rarely get to do these days and she's a rockin' good time and 2. alcohol is fun.

We were discussing our options when this ROARING began in the distance and began getting louder. I realized it was an airplane. Sometimes decending planes get routed over center city. But suddenly this was becoming MUCH louder than usual and things and the walls shook slightly. "Um, I think a plane is going to crash into my building," I say to Deidre. I look outside my window just in time to see, not one, but five jets flying in formation overhead. And for a fraction of a second, my stomach lurched and the word that popped into my head was "Fuck." But it was only for a fraction of a split second. Then I remembered that the Army-Navy game was in town with the President in attendance and that jets and presidents go hand-in-hand.

I told Deidre what it was. And I thought to myself that a few years ago if jets in formation flew overhead, I would have thought "Weird", but my stomach would not have dropped out. Not even for a fraction of a second.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:13 AM