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Scott, Christian, Jackson, Mammaw and I went to the Air Show today. We were going to try to just hang out at the beach and see if we could catch some of it from there, but somehow we ended up at the gate, on base, parking and riding a bus over to the air strip. I didn’t want to do it. I don’t care for crowds. I’m not a big fan of people in my personal space. I down-right loathe using a port-a-potty. All that considered, my kids wanted to go, my husband and Mother-in-Law wanted to go, and dammit, I really like airplanes. I see those horrible shows Scott watches with the awful videos of planes crashing at air shows and killing a bunch of innocent by-standers, not to mention the poor pilot. I always ask Scott, “What idiot stands underneath an airplane doing death defying stunts? You know they are bound to crash! MOVE!” Well, I’m going to quit saying that..jpg "20090405_4903")
It really was cool, and I’m glad I got out of my comfort zone long enough to see it. Sure it was hot, and we sat on cement with a couple of tired grumpy kids, but we saw things like this…
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And this….jpg "20090405_4976")
And a little bit of this….jpg "20090405_5025")
And all that made my kid look like this….jpg "20090405_4791")
It was a little weird seeing a sniper looking guy up on a roof watching to make sure none of us idiots got out of line. We did get detained for awhile after a security issue, along with a few thousand other sweaty stinky people waiting to leave. Oh, and Top Gun’s Soundtrack is still alive and well.
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But other than that, I’m so glad we rode the bus, and the port-a-potty wasn’t too disgusting, oh, okay it was. I didn’t mind. I had a great time, and as you can see, the boys thought it ROCKED!.jpg "20090405_4870")