last night i went to sleep thinking

i went to sleep thinking that i wasn't gonna go to any of the viewing areas to see the space shuttle fly overhead.

when i woke up i realized that thousands of people had taken to the areas it would flyover to try and catch a glimpse of the Edeavour.

i watched the awesome sight on TV as it came from santa barbara, flew over griffith park, buzzed LAX and took off over to Orange County.

i sat in regret wondering why i didnt go to see it.

i had given up.

my closest viewing area would be the Boeing plant in Seal/Huntington beach. which happens to be right down the street from me. but i hadnt showered, or shaved, or had clothes to wear.

i sat and watched the excitement on TV and i wondered why i hadn't gone.

then i heard something.

a distant rumble.

and before i could think, it was like i was at the airport listening to planes land and i knew this wasn't just a normal plane flying by.

i put on my stupid bed slippers and ran outside trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

     i ran outside and looked up at the sky like a moron, then ran around the back of my house.
 then i saw it.
i felt it.
i saw the Endeavour on the back of that giant plane and the two fighter jets flying right over my house... most likely on its way to the Boeing plant.

it was amazing.

i felt like a child.

i watched the shuttle as it disappeared over the horizon of houses and stood there for a few seconds thinking about all that the Endeavour has been through, and that this was the only time in history that i would be able to see this sight. the only time in history.

from now on it will live at the science center where i will probably go see it, cause i'm a nerd.

i really dont even know what to write or say right now, i'm so excited.

earlier i thought i would have just missed it and gotten over it, and now i can't believe it flew right over the house.

i guess what i'm trying to say is, if you think about something... when it happens, you never forget it.