Bottles? No, these are aircraft controls.

Another good gap between my last post and this one. I know why, now. I've always tried too hard to make each post meaningful, important, and heartfelt. While a worthy standard, this made it so that I didn't want to post without having a full cart of subject matter, made heavy with an excessive amount of callous sobriety.
That said, what the hell happened to the fun me, that was more spontaneous, irreverent, and off-the-cuff? I lost track of him in West Virginia. Something about "quiet dignity", or some crap. Anyway, now that I'm back on the east coast, it seems I've bumped into him again. He's been doing pretty well, but he was lonely. So I invited him back. Now we're tearing it up, like we used to, but keeping a handle on it. Still a pretty responsible guy, but I like to break out and have fun, too. I dance in the car, with people watching. And I don't care, even if they ARE fellow soldiers. They need to loosen up, anyway. And they will, once I get my paws on a 4-pack of Red Bull and some aviator goggles...