They say time flies when you're having
rum fun. Are we having fun yet?
Seems like a setup to me. Why is it that time passes quickly only when we don't want it to?
I'm beginning to think fun has its own form of special relativity. Einstein, we could use a little help here.
We're having us a demonstration downtown here in a few hours, which should be fun. Or at least lively and hot as hell.
Either way I'll be down there, hollering and snapping photos. In the meantime, here's some photos from Thunder Over Louisville a few weeks ago.
Time for me to fly on out of here and get my gear together, y'all try not to have too much fun without me!