Had a trip to Reno last weekend, went very well. The flight up was quite the adventure. I was just looking out the window when we suddenly flew into some "baby blue doom clouds" as my friend described it. The turbulence picked up and soon we were being thrown side to side like rag dolls. Now that wasn't really the part that scared me, but the part where we dropped 20 feet did do quite the number on my ego. It didn't really help that when we made the drop, all the women on the plane started screaming and the pilot said nothing. But, five minutes later the pilot comes on the intercom and says, "Attention everyone, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I'm going to have the stewardesses remain seated because we might be hitting some heavy turbulence in the future..." Both me an my friend had the same thought, "HEAVY turbulence?!? What the fuck did we just hit them?!" But despite the confusion and fear, the rest of the flight went moderately smoothly, with the exception being the crooked landing where our wing almost clipped the ground.
Once in Reno, everything went swimmingly. We went to a party, played some beer pong, hung out with good friends, floated a river in cheap intertubes,
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