Kaneohe NAS

Finished checking out Lane this morning. Found supercharger nozzle-box cracked on #1 engine when I returned, so I grounded the plane and went over the Pali into town for the monthly (full moon) party at the Halekulani. Everything was already going strong when I arrived around 4. Went to the “House Without A Key” for cocktails on the hotel. Beeza McIntosh, out of her dog-trainer clothes for change, stole the show by a good four lengths. Went to Jim Castle’s for more drinks and proceeded to get grabbed by the cops on the way back for having women in the car after blackout (about a $200 fine in our case) but luckily Vandermade talked them out of it.

Party got better and better while I got angrier and angrier and not being able to find Beeza. (She was there, but in the blackout, once a person is lost, it’s just about hopeless.) Barbara Thompson, who was really my date, I had long since handed over to the wolves. The night was perfect, with a fine moon, clear sky, and a cool breeze from the sea to drive away the mosquitoes. But it was wasted on me, and I finally went to bed in a rage — ass that I was. Beeza and Patu came and tried to get me up, but I refused, reveling in my slightly addled anger. Haven’t acted like this for years. It’s that damn Beeza — God, what a gal!