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June 23, 2010
On leave
Graduated last week, original plan was to go straight over to the squadron after school and check in but it was so ridiculously hot that day and I was feeling celebratory so I made an adjustment to the plan. No check in, take leave instead and go to the pool for beers and swimming. Most definitely the right choice, I am not much in the mood to go bust my ass all day every day while I establish myself and find my rythm over there. I've been reading this book, Kingdom of Fear by Hunter Thompson (borrowed), unfortunately I got distracted at the pool and forgot that I had it with me and left without it. I asked the woman in the office if anyone had turned it in, the maintenance guy said he'd seen it but didn't touch it, so I ended up ordering a new copy. Sucks. Someone must have picked it up and thought it looked good, walked away with it. I'm not usually careless with other people's property, can't believe I did that. Anyway, he'll get a brand new book when I'm done. After the pool the girl I was with went home and a guy from my neighborhood called me up and I was making sandwiches, so I told him to come over. I made delicious egg salad with gorgonzola, chives, and crispy prosciutto pieces on whole grain bread, awesome. After sandwiches, drinks. We bought the Seinfeld DVD trivia game and made it into a drinking game, not bad. I was at a disadvantage because I haven't watched Seinfeld in years but I did okay, he beat me two out of three. He had to get to bed for work the next day but I had another buddy who was on house hunting leave so I called him up and he came and got me. We hung out at his place for a while and had more drinks and then went to a few bars. First a local dive bar, then two strip clubs. At the last strip club I butt dialed a female friend from VA unbeknownst to me at the time. The next day she texted me, "Are you aware that you called me last night? From the two minute message it sounded like you were at a strip club and you were picking up a girl!" I said yep you busted me, how did you know it was a strip club? She said the cheap hip hop music at semi conversational level gave it away, but she was proud of me it took nerve to do whatever it was I was doing. I have no idea. I'd love to hear that message, just glad I butt dialed and friend and not some family member or worse. Could have been disastrous. Anyway I ended up with some stripper's phone number lol.
Posted by K
Comments
And....then what happened? Have you called the stripper???
Posted on June 23, 2010 6:17 PM
Hell no. BTW I still have a bone to pick with you re: text packages vs the price of Jets tickets. Your claim is unrealistic get it together M. Also stop screening me kgreat.
Posted on June 23, 2010 7:59 PM