Monday, February 21, 2011
11:10 AM | Posted by Mrs. Jetplane
To quote Shakespeare...which I regularly do by the way...
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
Well Mr. Jetplane sure isn't Juliet and we sure aren't talking about the Montagues and Capulets here on today's blog. So what are we talking about? Mr. Jetplane got his call sign on Friday.
He drunk himself into a stupor and his call sign is Contra.
Yes this may come to mind...
But it will also mean CONstantly TRAsmitting..which in plain (non aviator) speak means...constantly talking or aka Mr. Jetplane never shuts up...which is true.
He drank off the first call sign, which he didn't like and was probably a joke anyway. They do it on purpose so they'll want to drink it off, and therefore get drunk. I went to the squadron to pick him up at 10:30pm which he asked me to in a drunked phone call I received at 9:30pm...just to find out that someone else was already driving him home...
Yes that's awkward walking into a cigar and alcohol filled squadron bar with a bunch of drunkards, in what was technically your pajamas looking for your drunk as hell husband...the commander kindly spoke with me and apologized for any confusion. No worries I wasn't mad, just slightly annoyed.
I walked into the house to find Mr. Jetplane fully clothed laying face down on the floor in the living room. He then proceed to tell me he needed to throw up. I told him there was a perfectly good bathroom to do this in, but he insisted on doing it in the kitchen sink. After much discussion I then gave in, and said "Fine...but if you are going to throw up in my kitchen sink at least do me a favor and do it on the garbage disposal side" Which he did.
He then proceeded to lay face down in the family room on one of the dog's pillows and sleep it off until the morning...oh yeah I was 1 proud wife :)
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