What a ball was had at the Khaki Ball this past weekend. I think out of all the Balls, this is going to be my favorite. The Submarine Ball is too starchy and formal. The Navy Birthday Ball simply has too many people since both surface and submarine personnel get to go. The Khaki Ball? Just right.
I had no clue what to expect. I take that back. I knew to expect some tipsy people and alot of hollering on occasion. These boys...uh, men....tend to live hard their one night of the year and let it all hang loose. There are a few things I felt it okay to mention to the general public.
First, to see all the new Chiefs come in together was just the coolest. To watch them march in formation and recite things they had learned made me so proud of each of them. To hear a new Chief sing our anthem with a shaky voice brought tears to my eyes. To hear around 80 men sing "Anchors Aweigh" was the best. Even better? To hear my husband singing it under his breath beside me.
Secondly, I have to mention that the dining room was set with each command/boat having their own group of tables. Apparently, my husband's command requested to sit in the back. I'm thinking that is because some genius from this command decided to make a submarine that dispensed liquor shots out of it's torpedo holes. You read that right. It even had sound effects when the button was pushed to deliver tequila into little shot glasses that sat on top. You had the big wig guys giving their speeches up front and you could faintly hear the sound of a submarine. People who did not know of this marvel would look around trying to see where the sound was coming from. Of course, this made our command very popular with lots of visitors between courses to see this amazing machine and partake in a shot...or two...or three.....
Third. I think I cramped my husband's style. He cringed alot when the rowdy group behind us would break into a very salty song, filled with lots of adjectives that shouldn't be shouted in a public place. I just grinned because that dog of mine has had his day long before I came into the picture. I'm not kidding you. I heard more curse words in one line of a more salty song than should be legal.
Fourth. Totally claim that is your neighbor up at the deejay booth singing karaoke with his boys, but refrain from taking a picture because someone having a time that good should NOT have it held against him. Hey, he just got back in a little over a week ago. Call it a freebie that I'm going to wait a few more days before I give him grief over it. Oh, did I mention that it wasn't a true karaoke song? They just wanted to sing along with Bon Jovi cause they're cool like that?
Fifth. Be proud that your husband is part of this fraternity of men and women. They work hard to ensure our country is taken care of. They deal with a lot of crap that would amaze the average person.
Miss Hope had her a truly good time. Who wouldn't with a starb*cks coffee bar set up for her drinking pleasure? Our guys deserved this party in their honor.
All that's left to say is...
OOO YA, CHIEFS! JOB WELL DONE!