Well, I survived. I went to Wyattpalooza, and all I got was windburn and almost impaled by wind-strewn ceiling fan blades. I didn’t think I was in Kansas, but dang if it wasn’t windy! I wasn’t kidding about the blades, as you can see below: (I was never in danger, Wyatt was there to protect me…sorry…I’m running out of breath from laughing.)
Since we were a large group, each end kind of talked among themselves. I had the pleasure of sitting with Wyatt, Bitter American, Old NFO, Captain, Mrs. Crankipants, and Smite and his friend were just a little ways away. He had a huge tube ‘o beer. I wish I had taken a picture. I think it was supposed to be for two people. Supposed to be.
I learned some things about folks, today:
1. Mrs. Crankipants has hazel-ish/green eyes…not brown.
2. Captain America has a cool ride.
3. Old NFO thinks we’re good enough company to drive more than three hours to see. He was even gracious enough to bring Captain a present and deal with the wonderful drivers in this area.
4. Smite can drink a lot and carries a lot of technology.