My company just did a platoon shuffle, as a lot of guys are EASing since this was their last pump to Afghanistan. I'm trying to stay low profile for a while, and that is actually a lot harder than it sounds.
I have 11 people in my platoon that will be able to do a full work up for our next mission. 11.
This is gonna be an interesting bunch of months, coming up.
In other news, the Marine Corps Ball was actually a lot of fun, despite the bar crawl and after parties.
Not going into too much detail, but there were fights, Marines passed out drunk every 10 feet because it's an entire battalion just raging through the bars and nobody wants to look like a bitch at drinking... oh, and several guns were pulled throughout the night. Of course. People with firearms on them + Booze = fucking spectacular idea.
My night? I started slow, but once an avalanche starts, it's not gonna get any slower until it's done.
I pounded a few beers, moved on to mixed drinks, then I got my hands on a bottle of rum, and it went to awesome after that. I got into a couple of fights that they tackled other people for, I hooked up several times between bars and clubs, I danced my ass off because I was drunk and that means I'm Patrick fucking Swayze, and I jumped on a couple grenades for my buddies. And maybe a landmine. Or a nuke. Not really sure, I don't quite remember her face. All I know is, I'm owed big time.
And I didn't get a hangover.
Giggity.