Vindaloo dreams…

So there we were, myself and three classmates from AOCS sitting on the beach in Hawaii having a cocktail, and the next thing, we’re at HNL in full uniform getting on an airplane with no security at all… As we walk aboard, I notice it’s Connie, and as we step through the door, the Stewardess points us to the cockpit and says it’s about time y’all got here…


I look back and it’s full of military personnel…


As we step into the cockpit, Fuzz (my old FE) is sitting at the FE panel, mug of coffee in hand, and he is also in full uniform.  Splatt and Snap get in the pilots seats, and Avon bumps me out of the Nav table, so I’m reduced to being the radio operator…


So we fly across the Pacific and I keep trying to get a cup of coffee, but all the Stewardess will bring is Martinis for the cockpit, but Fuzz keeps getting coffee, and I have a hellva time talking to Oakland, and keep having to tune the HF with a florescent bulb for every report. As we descend into SFO, the nose gear won’t fall, and I have to put on a parachute, climb down to the lower crawlway and as I open the door into the nose wheel well…


I wake up…


And I’ve been draggin ass all day! 


No more Vindaloo for a while!!! 



Comments

Vindaloo dreams… — 13 Comments

  1. It sounds like the impact is worse than Welsh Rabbit.

    Maybe a shot of grappa (for your stomach’s sake) would be in order. It would have the added benefit of sterilizing anything that might have been ‘living’ in the Vindaloo.

  2. Skip- 😛

    Pax- NO kidding!!!

    LL- TRUST me, NOTHING was alive in that Vindaloo…

    Julie- Yep…

    Msgt- Shaddap 😀

    TotC- Dunno, but those I don’t need…

    Andy- Yep wierd…

  3. Wow! Vindaloo on Thursday, still sufferin’ on Friday. I guarantee I’ll stay away from any that crosses my path.