Brothers

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Night out


Hello all, not much to write, but I haven’t updated in a while, so here it goes.
All our training is done. Yet a certain essence of stupidity remains. We are all sitting here wondering why we are still here. One more month and we’re hopping the puddle to the big cat litter box.
Everyone is getting stir crazy to be out of here.
The other night we went out to a bar, finally. The evening started off just fine, and we maintained a good buz while singing on stage and playing pool. Then, the Vodka started being consumed. I was in rare form to say the least. I was running around while making mischief. I’d walk up to someone and ask them if they would like an Irish kiss (for all of you non Irish out there, that’s a head butt), and regardless of the answer, would get a solid one to the face. One unlucky Lieutenant felt the wrath of Zeke in the form of 6 head butts and a slap across the face. However, he gave me the love right back with several of his own, leaving me slightly tippsy. There was no topping that, so I subsided for the night, that and I ran out of people to “kiss.” Hey, even the Irish only have so much luck.
We made our way back to our barracks and crashed for the night.
The point of all this is, it’s really nice to get off base and let off some steam. Even getting off base we are extremely limited in where we can go and what we can do. We have to be in uniform and be baby sat by a Sergeant.

1 comment:

Joyful-Lament said...

AWSOME!


I love smacking things.