Yipeee!!! I had no doubt you'd pass. Your love of the air wouldn't permit such an atrocity.
I'm with JP; where's the party? Oh don't tell me, it on a plane with you as both bar tender and pilot. Hmm, tricky stuff. Seems like you can accomplish anything PM.
JP: Party's at my house, Sunday. Cocktails served free all night long. You just went through Louisiana, right? Try a Cajun martini. Thanks for the congrats.
DH: See above! Come on over! I'm glad you had faith in me, friend, it means a lot. I was worried there for a while about that test...
You know, it's funny you should mention that. My buddy JH and I keep talking about starting an airplane bar. You know, buy one of those old 747s that's sitting out in the middle of the desert, waiting to be scrapped, fix up the inside, add air conditioning, carpeting, paneling, a bar, drinks, plush leather seats, TV screens, a disco ball, and turn it into a bar/club in the middle of the Nevada desert. And me being both a bartender and (now) a pilot, it works!
You don't know just how much that meant to me, DH: "Seems like you can accomplish anything." Highest compliment I've ever received, I swear. I'm honored and humbled and flattered in one. Thanks.
Good lad. I'm over the moon for you, really. I hope this micro-blog is a precursor to an extended story of the test day. What's left then before you're a fully-fledged private Pilot??
Smithy: Appreciate the thought, man. Thanks very much indeed.
You kidding? I wrote this micro-blog because the actual story itself was boring as hell. Just another typical school-daze vignette: I stayed up late the night before, studying for six hours straight; crammed for a few hours the next morning, sweating bullets; drove in, hands shaking, and took the test. Passed. Insides starting bouncing around like drunken jackrabbits. Mile-wide grin on my face. Went out to celebrate with my best mate afterward. Same old, same old, nothing special. Maybe I'll mention something about it when I write about...
...the NEXT phase of testing. I've done the written, now I've got the oral/practical portion to do. I get a verbal quiz from the Federal Aviation Administration examiner, and then I take him up for a check-ride (same principle as a driver's test, really) and then (if I pass) he signs me off, and I'm done. I get me license.
PM: Airplane bar; how cool is that! Only make it a DC 10. Picture the comfortable feel of that rounder body. You get that idea "off the ground" and I'll make a special trip to visit and have a drink of your choosing with you. Where ever you open!
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Kick a$$ dude! That rocks. Congrats!
Where's the party?
Yipeee!!! I had no doubt you'd pass. Your love of the air wouldn't permit such an atrocity.
I'm with JP; where's the party? Oh don't tell me, it on a plane with you as both bar tender and pilot. Hmm, tricky stuff. Seems like you can accomplish anything PM.
Congratulation!!!!!!!!
........dhole
AHHHHH SO EXCITING!!!!!! congratulations dude!
But of course! Way to go, Postman! Doing a jig for ya!
JP: Party's at my house, Sunday. Cocktails served free all night long. You just went through Louisiana, right? Try a Cajun martini. Thanks for the congrats.
DH: See above! Come on over! I'm glad you had faith in me, friend, it means a lot. I was worried there for a while about that test...
You know, it's funny you should mention that. My buddy JH and I keep talking about starting an airplane bar. You know, buy one of those old 747s that's sitting out in the middle of the desert, waiting to be scrapped, fix up the inside, add air conditioning, carpeting, paneling, a bar, drinks, plush leather seats, TV screens, a disco ball, and turn it into a bar/club in the middle of the Nevada desert. And me being both a bartender and (now) a pilot, it works!
You don't know just how much that meant to me, DH: "Seems like you can accomplish anything." Highest compliment I've ever received, I swear. I'm honored and humbled and flattered in one. Thanks.
Jane: YIPPEE!! Thanks so much! If you ever need a ride to Vancouver or Montréal or Nunavut or whatever, give me a shout.
Rebel: Why, thank you! I'm doing a bit of a jig myself! Appreciate the encouragement, friend.
I'll have a sake for you! Congrats!
Good lad. I'm over the moon for you, really.
I hope this micro-blog is a precursor to an extended story of the test day.
What's left then before you're a fully-fledged private Pilot??
Claire: Bottoms up! Thanks a million!
Smithy: Appreciate the thought, man. Thanks very much indeed.
You kidding? I wrote this micro-blog because the actual story itself was boring as hell. Just another typical school-daze vignette: I stayed up late the night before, studying for six hours straight; crammed for a few hours the next morning, sweating bullets; drove in, hands shaking, and took the test. Passed. Insides starting bouncing around like drunken jackrabbits. Mile-wide grin on my face. Went out to celebrate with my best mate afterward. Same old, same old, nothing special. Maybe I'll mention something about it when I write about...
...the NEXT phase of testing. I've done the written, now I've got the oral/practical portion to do. I get a verbal quiz from the Federal Aviation Administration examiner, and then I take him up for a check-ride (same principle as a driver's test, really) and then (if I pass) he signs me off, and I'm done. I get me license.
I was about to wish you a happy birthday... THAT'S the kind of excitement I'm feeling for you right now! Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!
Woo hooooo!!!!! I'm standing on my chair and applauding wildly.
Verification word: minesham. What can you do with that?
PM: Airplane bar; how cool is that! Only make it a DC 10. Picture the comfortable feel of that rounder body. You get that idea "off the ground" and I'll make a special trip to visit and have a drink of your choosing with you. Where ever you open!
.......dhole
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