Alright you slack-jawed faggots, pull up a chair, crack open a cold beverage, and take in the awesomeness that was the 2017 Spring Shootfest.
This story begins on Thursday night, after heading home from work, final checking my gear and luggage and a good shag to tide me over for the weekend. I set my alarm for 0400 and fall asleep at about 0100. Had an awful nightmare, dreamed I boarded the plane and as they are pushing away from the gate, Ron's gravelly voice comes over the intercom;
"Ladies and gentlemen and those of you fucked up bastards who aren't sure of what you are, thank you for flying R-Squared Airlines. We're pushing back from the gate now and are waiting for approval for takeoff, should give me just enough time to open this MGD and have a cigarette before we get this beast rolling. In the meantime, sit back and relax to the soothing sounds of my Count Basie playlist, which we'll be enjoying for the remainder of this 4 hour flight. If you have any comments, issues, or concerns, please STFU and keep it to yourdamnself. Thank you again and on behalf of R-Squared Airlines, enjoy your flight!".
My alarm blared, ripping me from the nightmare, shaking and in a cold sweat. I got up and made tracks for the airport.
To be continued....