So, yesterday... I think it was yesterday... Anyways, recently I saw that two italian C-130Js were coming here for a quick turn. I figured, "what the hell, I'll go check... my flight isn't happening today." The aircraft comes to a stop... and out pops Matteo!
How about that shit!
Kodjo, Matteo says "hello to the little girl... and today you can eat bacon! Please don't be silly... It is not meat, it is bacon!"
Anyways. Matteo and I got to talk for about 40 minutes on the ramp here. We pretty much got caught up on everything. I related everything that has happened to me in the last year as far as career, cars, snowboarding, and women. He related everything pertaining to his career, skiing, women, the problems with buying duty free here and smuggling it back to Italy, and women again.
Conclusions: We decided that a) We need to find a snow covered hill sometime in the next year and a half, b) neither of us will EVER "chase" a woman again, and c) I should buys some rugs... and maybe some designer perfume.
Allison; yep, 40 minutes is all the time that is needed to exchange that much information, and that was even with earplugs on!
It is starting to seem like war zones are a lot like the University of Michigan Diag, eventually all of your friends will come by... Jr, See you soon somewhere eventually for sure, Veggie, I hope you like dirt and conex containers... because I might need a new roommate in a few months. Bro... well, we can work on the timing.