| 94touring |
11-11-2008 10:44 PM |
Yesterday morning I had a spur of the moment flight come up. A group of business guys that deal in vegetables, which is big business in Mexico, needed a pilot to fly them to Palm Springs California. Sounded like fun so I crammed all their **** in my plane and the 5 of us were off. I wasn't exactly prepared for this trip so I had no extra clothes or anything, but screw it. We get there and who picks me up....the girl who inherited the fruit punch company. She had big fake boobies and a nice convertible. Takes me to the hotel, or resort rather. Its mega ******* fancy and I enjoy the all expense paid evening in my room. Take a nap in my hot tub and its about time to get some food. Well these guys just wrapped up their meetings or whatever, call me up, and tell me someome will be over to pick me up. I arrive at a sushi bar. Well again I had no clothes for an evening on the town. So here I am sitting at the bar in my leather pilot jacket, drinking a beer, watching some football on the tv mounted on the wall, and surrounded by guys in suits referring to me as their private pilot. Needless to say I was popular. In fact I was having a hard time fending off the cougars, including Fruit Punch girl who kept trying to get me to drive her car, and some girl from Belgium that here on some vacation. I heard good things about the waffles. Well I stayed out till the bars closed down, got mega drunk, then flew back this morning. It was a blast and looks like there will be more of these trips coming up.
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