This weekend was fun. Not the hold on tight, things will never be the same weekend, but as I said before it was fun. I might have studied a little, and maybe I did finish the paper.
Do you want to know what was truly fun about this weekend besides the movies and the pub crawl. Well I will tell you?..
It occurred to me on Saturday that I had remembered a store add in which they had a sale on a Radio Remote Control Plane. I checked my pockets and decide that I muse have it as long as it was under $40.00. I probably would have paid more, but telling myself that their was a cap made me feel better about the whole thing
So after remembering the plane and the store that had the sell. I did a search on the internet looking for the location of the store. The unimportant part is the store is called Harbor Freight. I knew my dad had gone there before so I asked him where it was, his response (and so happens his response will go down in history as the worst directions ever to be give by anyone to anyone about how to get anywhere) It is right next to the New Wal-Mart there building on 35th ave. Another unimportant part was me spending 30mins driving around looking for the bloody thing. The next person who gives me directions with the word Wal-Mart in them will be shot or if there is no gun. They will be hit repeatedly until I am happy.
So after much searching. I found it, and it just so happens that there is another wal-mart being built, but no one cares!!!
The plane cost 29.99. Which is cheap. The very helpful somewhat cute clerk tells me with all her southern charm that I should buy the warranty with it so I can bring it back if I crash it. So I say wait if I crash this thing say into a Bldg you will replace it She smiles and says Yes. So Im sold I buy the 5.99 warranty and make a joke that I will be back later to replace the plan. She laughs and gives me that look women give you when your about to walk away with out asking for their number or so much as their name. I ask myself real quick do I want her number? And I come to a no.
This store was a bit of a drive and since she works here she either A. Lives close and since I doubt this place pays much this is more then likely the truth. Or B. She lives further away and drives here. With me deciding to go with A. I realize that I hate driving in Phx, and more then likely since I am going with argument A. she does not have her own car. So that leaves me driving out here picking her up taking her out(which I have to pay for I understand being a gentlemen and all that, but come on why do we have to pay for everything. I mean come on why cant some nice girl come and ask me out to dinner and a movie. One more side note women do not read this if you easily offended. Why is that the girls on a diet pick the second most expensive thing on the menu, and then they still have room for desert. And the whole way home I get to here I cant believe I had that much food, I really going to have to stay on my diet and go for a run tomorrow. Come on we all know your not going to go running, ugh there is more on this but I will save it for another time )
So I get my plane home and with moderate assembly its ready to fly. For those of you who remember that at the beginning of this journal entry I was talking about a Radio Remote Control Airplane (for those that remembered you do not have ADD). Well I think many of you have guessed it. I flew it for about 15 mins before it crashed. Umm well I would not call what I did flying in the sense that it was mostly crashing, but glass half full and all.
The trick is to not pull on the engines when you are in a nosedive. It basic physics. All I managed to do was increase the speed of the nosedive and get a wing torn off. This was very kewl to watch and very sad. But here is why Im saying this all. err typing it. Is that a replacement wing is 6.00. So after a quick internet search I have a new wing coming to me, I should be back out there by next weekend flying away or crashing depends.
For those that dislike a story with out all the loose ends wrapped up nicely like a bow around a tree. The warranty does not cover collision. She sold me a load of shit, I wish I had gotten her number so that I might complain. Or (only because I have a very mean side) call her out promise to take her to a fine restaurant and then instead take her to McDonalds, and leave her.
There is a album if you want to see the before and after.
Do you want to know what was truly fun about this weekend besides the movies and the pub crawl. Well I will tell you?..
It occurred to me on Saturday that I had remembered a store add in which they had a sale on a Radio Remote Control Plane. I checked my pockets and decide that I muse have it as long as it was under $40.00. I probably would have paid more, but telling myself that their was a cap made me feel better about the whole thing
So after remembering the plane and the store that had the sell. I did a search on the internet looking for the location of the store. The unimportant part is the store is called Harbor Freight. I knew my dad had gone there before so I asked him where it was, his response (and so happens his response will go down in history as the worst directions ever to be give by anyone to anyone about how to get anywhere) It is right next to the New Wal-Mart there building on 35th ave. Another unimportant part was me spending 30mins driving around looking for the bloody thing. The next person who gives me directions with the word Wal-Mart in them will be shot or if there is no gun. They will be hit repeatedly until I am happy.
So after much searching. I found it, and it just so happens that there is another wal-mart being built, but no one cares!!!
The plane cost 29.99. Which is cheap. The very helpful somewhat cute clerk tells me with all her southern charm that I should buy the warranty with it so I can bring it back if I crash it. So I say wait if I crash this thing say into a Bldg you will replace it She smiles and says Yes. So Im sold I buy the 5.99 warranty and make a joke that I will be back later to replace the plan. She laughs and gives me that look women give you when your about to walk away with out asking for their number or so much as their name. I ask myself real quick do I want her number? And I come to a no.
This store was a bit of a drive and since she works here she either A. Lives close and since I doubt this place pays much this is more then likely the truth. Or B. She lives further away and drives here. With me deciding to go with A. I realize that I hate driving in Phx, and more then likely since I am going with argument A. she does not have her own car. So that leaves me driving out here picking her up taking her out(which I have to pay for I understand being a gentlemen and all that, but come on why do we have to pay for everything. I mean come on why cant some nice girl come and ask me out to dinner and a movie. One more side note women do not read this if you easily offended. Why is that the girls on a diet pick the second most expensive thing on the menu, and then they still have room for desert. And the whole way home I get to here I cant believe I had that much food, I really going to have to stay on my diet and go for a run tomorrow. Come on we all know your not going to go running, ugh there is more on this but I will save it for another time )
So I get my plane home and with moderate assembly its ready to fly. For those of you who remember that at the beginning of this journal entry I was talking about a Radio Remote Control Airplane (for those that remembered you do not have ADD). Well I think many of you have guessed it. I flew it for about 15 mins before it crashed. Umm well I would not call what I did flying in the sense that it was mostly crashing, but glass half full and all.
The trick is to not pull on the engines when you are in a nosedive. It basic physics. All I managed to do was increase the speed of the nosedive and get a wing torn off. This was very kewl to watch and very sad. But here is why Im saying this all. err typing it. Is that a replacement wing is 6.00. So after a quick internet search I have a new wing coming to me, I should be back out there by next weekend flying away or crashing depends.
For those that dislike a story with out all the loose ends wrapped up nicely like a bow around a tree. The warranty does not cover collision. She sold me a load of shit, I wish I had gotten her number so that I might complain. Or (only because I have a very mean side) call her out promise to take her to a fine restaurant and then instead take her to McDonalds, and leave her.
There is a album if you want to see the before and after.