Flying!

I got to fly a plane! For realz, yo. That's Aiste in the picture, she flew first. The the camera ran out of power. :( But yeah, it was amazing.

The pilot that was with us, before letting us fly, would play around too, by like putting the plane in a free fall kind of, not for long, but enough to feel waitless. Or would aim one wing at the ground and keeping it almost steady, just rotating the plane around the wing.

There are so many instruments, I was trying to fly by instruments and it's so hard to keep them in all the tolerable threasholds. Other than that though, flying a plane is jsut like a boat, everything you do is delayed.

The problem now is, if I'm taking her flying after we've only been together two weeks, where does this lead? After raising the bar this high I'm going to have to become like The Date Master or something to keep this wild girl. At this rate, our 6th month will be a shuttle trip to the moon.

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Anyways, more about the flight. The plane was from the 70s, you can tell by the cagerette trays by every seet. For more info about flying, aparently a plane costs between 40gs (old plane) to 200 grand (new), these are one-engine sesnas of course. They use high octain gasolean, cost about 50$ of maintenance per hour of flying. To get a license it costs around 10gs. Thats 64 hours of flying with an instructor.

In terms of ranges, the plane we were in could easily fly to Toronto in 2 hours. It couldn't get to Florida without re-fueling, but if you were to goto Florida, it would take about 11 hours. It travels about 200 km/h. In the air, we were flying between 60-100 nots.

If you look at Gatineau you'll notice that everyone has pools in the subborbs, it's crazy.

Farewell Robert "Bobby" Foster

hey hey. We'll miss ya Rob. For the few readers I have left, Rob is a coworker, this dude in the picture . He's headed back to BC for a bit.

So we had a going away party. The party essentially started in the alcohol cupboard at my place. Ice Wine, Aruba (Jamaica, oooh I wanna err, back to the blog) something, Tequila Bang Bang, home made raspberry shine (thanks again Alex), Fireball (yum), beer, a lot. Then I got back to work to a Corona, went to the LCBO, picked up some fireball and a rose. I mention the rose because I learned a good lesson: don't get a girl a rose when she'll have to carry it around all night.

Chan, Foster, Reid and Proulx went down to drink by the canal. I met up with Aista and header to the Chamber Music Festival. There was a Beethoven (just other people playing his music, not him... ffs) concert. Apparently in classical circles, this was like Kiss comings to town. The dude showed up with his fortepiano modeled after some 1800s piano.. He gave an explanation. His explanation meant as much to me as my explanation about computer things to hot girls. The people were really into it, it only took 20 seconds for some old woman to give me a dirty "shut the fuck up" look.

It was so hot in the church. So ridiculously hot. It was a good time. After that I headed back to work to change, and accidently downed 3/4rds of a mickey of Fireball while there... Oops? :) And that's when I decided I wasn't driving home that night.

We headed up to the Heart and Crown, then Gray met us :D Which is good, because who else would have these hot dance moves .

So yeah, regular bar time. I was drunk though, I spent my father's parking money (40$) on pitchers without realizing it, and a 20$ Aiste gave me. Seems like a waste considering I through a lot of it up after. Before leaving the bar though, I met up with Ledoux (the dude getting fondles in the picture by Chan and I) and his friends. Man, I thought I had a small penis and the jokes to prove it. But man, these guys blew me out of the water. Holy shit their penises are small. I couldn't even hold my own at the table, I had to walk away accepting I had a moderately sized penis. Clearly they live on another plain of being.

After all that, we headed out to Proulx's later. It was good times. Especially when I was crawling around on the floor, and I asked someone "Ask Proulx if he cares about *looks around* his laundry basket, cuz I'm going to throw up in it in 5 seconds". When Proulx got there, I was just done throwing up, all like "yo dude, no worries man, it's all good, it's all contained in this laundry basket".. Then Proulx lifted up the basket showing off how not water-proof it is, and put it immediately in the bathroom.

All in all, it was a good time. The pics are up at the usual place ( http://www.engsoc.org/~mattr/pics/ ).

PS, I hope to post here more often.

PPS, I wonder if Dom still reads this.