E-aa, E-aa, uh-oh (that's late '90s rap, for airplane conventions)

Other friends and coworkers are running marathons and 5ks and looking like they could generally beat me up, or at least outrun me, and I am exhausted after walking around a bit at EAA AirVenture today.

As I said, I go purely for the free stuff, and though we missed the Canadian booth (which had me bummed out for a good 15 minutes), we got some cool stuff.

I mean, I got a pen. Not just a regular old ballpoint. It's from the Air Force. In a pouch. It's shiny. It's dark blue. It's the kind that you'd see on someone's desk and immediately wish they'd turn around long enough so you could pick it up and doodle on the edge of your notepad -- just for a moment -- because it just writes so well. Oooh. Good find. I didn't even have to enlist! I just put my brother's name and phone number on the card and handed it to the nice gentleman behind the booth, and they gave me the pen! Wow! What a country.*

I also think I drove Dave a little bit nuts today, too, calling out the Ohio license plates I saw. "Montgomery! Dave, look, Montgomery!" "Sandusky!" "Licking!" "Hancock!" "Dave! Dave! Look! Butler!" And that was just on the way in.

"Are you still counting them out?" Dave asked as we pulled out of the parking lot, both of us exhausted and sticky from the humidity, fanning ourselves in front of the vents in the car.

"Phsft. No." ("Ooh! Lucas!" I thought to myself. "Greene!") Nerd!

*Didn't really happen that way.