Next time I recommend watching the Blue Angels air show on Vicodin...
Sometimes timing works out beautifully. You just have to embrace it. This past weekend was set up to be a complete wash-out with my minor surgery and all. I wasn't looking forward to staying indoors and experiencing any pain whatsoever. However, things began to look up around 3pmCST on Sunday afternoon.
As the painkillers began to grab hold of me ... I heard the faint unmistakable sound of jet engines in the distance. Oh that's right! This weekend is the Annual Chicago Air Show to be headlined by the mighty Blue Angels.
Now, I couldn't rightfully venture outdoors to watch the screaming metalic warriors overhead. I wasn't in any condition. So, I had to visualize the entire acrobatic performance from my drug-induced position on the sofa.
3:11pm: Here they go! I can hear them. Wow that was loud. That plane sounded like it was really low. They are just getting the crowd pumped up and on their feet.
3:20pm: They are probably doing some trick where two planes race towards each other and then turn away from each other at the last minute. I bet it was awesome.
3:22pm: Meanwhile, on the Spanish daytime soap opera .... someone is crying and I see cleavage
3:27pm: Another loud roar overhead. They are probably playing Whitesnake or something on the PA systems down by the lake. Dammit.
3:41pm: It's been quiet for a few minutes. Is the air show over? HOLY LORD ... the loudest burst of jet noise ever! They must be just getting warmed up.
3:46pm: Someone on TV is trying to sell me a juicer.
3:55pm: The finale. I bet those Angels are soaring over the Chicago skyline in their familiar diamond pattern. The eagles soar. Young men are signing up for the military. Babies are being conceived.
4:01pm: I wipe the drool off my shirt and shuffle to the freezer for another popsicle
