So we're occupying the middle and window seats of a Southwest 737 and the whole way back from Texas, the pilots are up above the clouds with the exception of some pretty towering examples, which they chose to fly around instead of through. Just over Richmond, Virginia, we began our descent into Thurgood Marshall Baltimore Washington International Airport.
There's this one particularly nasty looking nimrod columbubulbous formation that suddenly starts spitting out lightning bolts like one of Vonny's ancestral Gods is inside and he's cleaning house! Naturally, the cameras were in the carryons shoved tightly into the overhead compartment allowing easy injury upon opening but it looked a bit like this, only more majestic.
Stock photo hijacked from the web.
It was the best electrical show I've ever seen, I was immensely grateful that none of the bolts reached out and fried the 737's electrongyrobubbles or messed with the plane's dihedral any.
Then the pilot (or some other jokester) turned on the plane's headlights located near the juncture of the wing and the fuselage. Since I don't know the technical name, I'll just call it the wing root. The light starts bouncing off the wisps of cloud that are racing past (technically, we were racing past them but that's not how it looked). I declare, it looked like a deranged 3 year old had just figured out the light switch for the first time and the passenger cabin was flickering like a Spencer's down at the mall. I thought that SWMBO was gonna come out of the window seat and climb up into the overhead compartment with the carry ons.
Well, she finally calmed down once I quit screaming like prepubescent girl at a Hanna Montana concert. They really should change those little pillows they give you because you can really taste the beer farts when the flight crew shoves one in your mouth to muffle the noise.
After that, we had fun picking out the local landmarks in the dark out the window.
"There's a street!" "There's another one." "Can you see our house?" "No but I can see the Super Wal Mart!"
The landing was a snoozer. Coupla bumps and we were on the ground. Where's the fun in that?
Oh. I unbuckled my lap belt before we came to a full stop. I think I broke a rule but I WAS STILL SEATED!