Thanksgiving on 38

I wasn't looking forward to flying over Thanksgiving weekend, especially since I didn't know any of my crew.  You always walk into the village holding your breath a bit, hoping that the people you are committed to spending the next four days with are at least somewhat cool.  Sometimes you shrug and just get through the trip, while other times, this time, you laugh so hard your face falls off.  Steve, with his British wit and humor had us at "hello", as did his equally waggish cohort Matt.  I don't know if it's possible to get a more fun combination of crew to jaunt around the country with, especially since we got to play in Fort Lauderdale and Las Vegas.  Trips like these make up for all the other madness we have to deal with up in that tiny little tube hurling across the sky.   After all the fun was done, and we had to say goodbye, we wiped away the tears (of laughter) and deemed ourselves "The Dream Team".  Steve, Matt, Shelly, Bethany, and Kaola.  Best Thanksgiving ever.  (Mom, that's only second to when I get to spend it with you!)

 

Steve. 

Steve. 

Matt. Shelly. Kaola. Steve. (Bethany hiding in the corner) 

Matt. Shelly. Kaola. Steve. (Bethany hiding in the corner)