We only flew 4.3 hours yesterday to work off the remaining hours before the 100 hour maintenance but before we were done we decided to land on Blarney Island. Its a bar on a island in a lake with a helipad. I got to say I did feel like a rock star when all the drunk folk started cheering but I couldn't accept free drinks... that sucked.
flew 39.7 hours last week and now I have a few days off while little gorda gets tuned up. Going into Chicago today with Michael to see the city so expecting to eat some good food and have a few well deserved drinks and then sleep with no alarm clock.