Drunk Dialed again...

I was minding my own business recently, which is unusual for anyone in my family, when my sister drunk dialed me from a casino outside of Omaha.  (Omaha was dumb enough to vote out casinos also)  In her stupor she apparently realized that I had told her about my ride with the Blue Angels but had not written about it.  I know, this is something that bothers me quite a bit when I'm out having a good time.  Did I mention that my sister drunk dialed me over this?

So here's the story....The Blue Angles were in Wichita, not to visit our lovely casinos, but to put on an air show at McConnell Air Force Base.  We had several of the fellas in the station to promote the air show on the radio station when they asked if any of us wanted to go for a ride later.  Four of us said yes and headed out to McConnell.  We were going to get a ride on the Angel's C-130, which apparently is a hot rod cargo prop jet.  We didn't get to ride in the FA 18 apparently because our asses were too big.  Pilots are a small breed of man to be able to fit in the little jet.  I guess us DJ's were blessed with larger size for more important matters. (wink wink)

So, after waiting an hour we finally get lined up and the pilot steps on the gas, or whatever, and holds it to the floor for the entire nine minute flight which took place only 50 feet above people's houses and he only lets up on it after he slams us back into the concrete on the runway.  And that was our flight.  Had we been in a car he would have rolled it twenty two times and left it with an empty tank of gas.  I hadn't had that much excitement and noise since my last Loverboy concerrt!  Come to think about it, the Loverboy concert was pretty good!!!

That is all...Peters out!