Saturday, July 6, 2013

Wild Child

What does it mean to be called crazy? I don't know, but I've heard it enough times in the last eight years to question whether or not it has a positive or negative connotation. I've heard it over and over throughout high school, college, and now in my just started career as an officer and it is a bit baffling because I am not quite sure what I am doing in order to earn this prestigious title. Thanks.

Its been a few days since the last post, and things have actually gotten quite interesting. We finally got to go out for the 3rd of July, and needless to say the long awaited day off led to some interesting scenarios to say the least. Upon learning that we DIDN'T have an early morning formation me and 10 others packed up and drove to Louisville KY. After a 45 minute drive, me and my girlfriends got to the hotel last and had nowhere to go, so naturally we headed to a public bathroom to do our makeup and pound shots out of cardboard coffee cups chased with redbull. A perfect start to a class filled night.

 This ordeal lasted about an hour until the others got back from dinner. The next phase of this journey consisted of more shots out of cardboard cups in a hotel room with the rest of the crew until about 11pm. After everybody was good and "liquored up" as one of our friends up here always says, we made it to a bar with a very cool open floor plan where there was beer pong set up throughout the bar, random. Things got kinda weird after the hour of midnight.

The funny thing about military situations is that it doesn't matter what conditions the group is under, some people, and there are some in every group, are bound to strap on their drunk goggles and act like bitches in heat. In my short time in the military i have encountered people bump uglies in the most unbecoming of places. What the compulsion is..well that's beyond me. Some of these places included but are not limited too: on top of cardboard boxes in a recycling bin, in a portajohn (classic), in the tall grass during land navigation (not quite as bad, but hopefully they found all of their points by then or else it's totally not worth it), and in a male barracks in the male bathroom. Needless to say I have never partaken in this raunchy behavior. Nobody bumped uglies in Louisville, but there was quite a bit of snogging between some individuals to say the least.

We left the bar around 3am and headed to white castle where I threw all of my pride out the window and pounded about 3 hamburgers and a chicken sandwich to the face without even breathing in a matter of 5 minutes. This was of course after I puked up strait liquor which I'm pretty sure 3rd degree burned my esophagus. After that was time to pass out after repeatedly yelling "cheeseburger on the headboard" for an hour for no reason. It made sense at the time.

We woke up in the morning to the phone ringing to our hotel room, I thought I was dreaming but it was literally ringing for 20 minutes. It was one of our friends, who was at the police department without his shoes, phone, or wallet (apparently he left them in a pile in the street?) He went to the police department the night before and asked them if they had a reservation for him, thinking it was the hotel we were staying at. A seriously hilarious fail on his part. Everybody was called into the brigade commanders office the next day for our first lieutenant ass chewing of the career!! It was whatever, however I almost lost it when he said "you all are a bunch of clowns, uhh, I mean that as a figure of speech, not that you guys are ACTUAL clowns". YEA, NO SHIT I'M NOT THE EMBODIMENT OF RONALD MCDONALD WITH A PAINTED FACE AND A FAKE NOSE. dear God we get it.

Just started my cycle with Golf Company and so far so good with the exception of some douchey comments about muscle cars, and standing around in the rain for hours without even knowing why were standing there. Had a great lift today too, followed by a not so appetizing steak from Applebees afterward. I am going to stop eating meat. I've only been saying that for the past year, so it's bound to happen soon


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  1. You are as tough a person as I know. And I love that you used the term "snogging"

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