I'd rather talk about the flight before my first solo. I was ready, I knew from my previous flight that my next one would be my solo. I arrived at the airfield confident and excited, I may have already purchased the balloons and streamers (I can't recall). What I do remember is that I was mud, hopeless and at the end of the hour, my instructor asked me to taxi back to the aero club. I was gutted but totally understanding.
The next day I solo'd. The aircraft jumped in the air, I was nervous but elated and it was over before I knew it. A bit like my first sexual experience.
And the beer tasted the sweetest