The First Annual Flying Aggies Pawnee Campout/cookout/shootout was met with much fanfare and success. We flew into a nice little grass airport just 20 miles away from Stillwater and camped out Friday night. Pro smoked some ribs and sausage for us, and it was by far the best BBQ that was ever served on Chinette plates. We constructed a campfire of epic proportions, and the effect the super-heated earth had on the local ecology may not be known for some time to come. I do know, however, that it got cold that night. Not just a little cold, but damn cold. So cold that Seashell would probably have elected to set the forest ablaze in search of heat. We awoke just in time to assault a gun range with twenty fellow aviators in clay pigeon shoot that possibly left the species of airborne discs endangered.
I have also now witnessed full-fledged alcoholism. I watched a friend of mine consume "Honey-Nut Beerios" for breakfast, even though we had scrambled eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns just off the camp stove. At first I thought of Kyle, but thoughts quickly turned to P as well, and I know that he will now undoubtedly try this concoction if he in fact wasn't the individual who pioneered such a method of early morning consumption. I'll stick to the Coca-cola; someone has to be sober enough to laugh when someone falls into the fire, which at this point has declined from a proper, boy scout approved burn to a classic, trash, hobo-fire in which we were immolating anything and everything flammable and not of decent value. I'm really looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again tonight, and no one better expect me to wake up early either...
Jeff C.
Absolute Zero...