A while back, I swear this shit happened:
- I was grilling burgers on my deck,
- while drinking a Coors Light and smoking a Marlboro,
- stening to Skynyrd,
- and four or five F-18s flew over my house.
It was something out of a beer commercial. Absolutely amazing. I immediately put everything together, but I couldn't really articulate it, so, instead I just started yelling into the house like a crazed idiot, "BABE! BAAAAABE! BAAAAAAAAAAABE!!!"

She ran out in a panic thinking something terrible was happening, "WHAT?!"

I just point up to the sky and stutter, "JETS! 'Murica!"

That was met with a look of equal amounts of shock and irritation. She looks up, but of course the planes are long gone, just a slight noise in their wake. I tried explaining what I was thinking, but it really came out stupid: something about burgers and jets and how I had my baseball hat on. She told me to never do that again since I had scared her and stomped back into the house slamming the door behind her.

None of these things are that uncommon, but for them to all come together at that exact moment, it blew my mind.

It was magical, but I was also kinda drunk.