Extensively searching for Isambard Kingdom Brunel.
Hanging out with matociquala, who had transformed into a P-51D Mustang. When she flew off to flirt with a C-47 Gooney Bird, I used a competition bow to shoot off part of her control surfaces so she'd have to come back to my motel court.
Being at an upscale resort somewhere in the Louisiana delta where the sport of kings was stuffing condoms with freshly chopped organ meat, tying them off, then tossing them into the pool as gator bait.
Also, my subconscious decided that "Even Taikonauts Get the Blues" would be a great short story title.
And you people wonder why I write.