No girls, no booze, just an operating manual. I had recurrent training all day Saturday, then yesterday, the standard simulator check ride. One of those deals where you're droning along in cruise with a bad case of L.E.B. syndrome. LEB stands for Leak, Explode, Burn; what you're waiting for the airplane to do, with Satan back there at the control console.
Actually the Check Airman was excellent, the Captain was a superior stick, and the check ride went well. AFTER the checkride, I got to booze it up and chase the wife around the kitchen with a spatula.
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