All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy 
Our command gave us a four-day weekend, and we had about a day to revel in sheer anticipation until copious volumes of snow began to dump all over the North Country without mercy or end. It's still snowing as I write, and we're trapped in the barracks with nothing to do. I can't even go out and buy coffee, and that makes it personal
Naturally, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, and a diverse arsenal of well-proofed beveriges and spirits, we spent the last 48 hours gently working ourselves into a respectable stupor. One of my friends took it upon himself to buy enough booze for a small cabinet, and I spent the first evening showing everyone how to make a gin and tonic (with every third jigger to myself as a service fee). After I'd successfully converted a large part of the masses over to the dark side (gin-I don't know why people hate it so much..), I finished the night off sipping down half a bottle of Yellowtail, which wasn't all that bad, proving again that wine doesn't have to be expensive to taste good.
The second night was something else, beginning by finishing off the last of the Yellowtail and watching Casino. We found out about a party in the next building and sauntered over to check it out, and it wasn't all that bad, although I have to admit-trying to cram a party into such a small room is tricky. I made a few Cape Cods (with lime) and enjoyed a few Guinness, and then returned to the barracks, where a friend and I gagged on a horrible red from Hungary. It was like drinking vinegar.
Now I'm trapped again, and there's no way out this time. Everyone is getting ready to watch the Superbowl, but I could really care less. I'm not from Chicago or Indiana, and soccer (futbol) and rugby are my games, not this pads and steroids stuff. I can only read so many books before I'm bored again. And then there's lunch-I have no idea what I'm going to order, or if they'll even get here right now. Maybe I should just chase everyone around with a fire axe and go freeze to death in the snow
Our command gave us a four-day weekend, and we had about a day to revel in sheer anticipation until copious volumes of snow began to dump all over the North Country without mercy or end. It's still snowing as I write, and we're trapped in the barracks with nothing to do. I can't even go out and buy coffee, and that makes it personal
Naturally, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, and a diverse arsenal of well-proofed beveriges and spirits, we spent the last 48 hours gently working ourselves into a respectable stupor. One of my friends took it upon himself to buy enough booze for a small cabinet, and I spent the first evening showing everyone how to make a gin and tonic (with every third jigger to myself as a service fee). After I'd successfully converted a large part of the masses over to the dark side (gin-I don't know why people hate it so much..), I finished the night off sipping down half a bottle of Yellowtail, which wasn't all that bad, proving again that wine doesn't have to be expensive to taste good.
The second night was something else, beginning by finishing off the last of the Yellowtail and watching Casino. We found out about a party in the next building and sauntered over to check it out, and it wasn't all that bad, although I have to admit-trying to cram a party into such a small room is tricky. I made a few Cape Cods (with lime) and enjoyed a few Guinness, and then returned to the barracks, where a friend and I gagged on a horrible red from Hungary. It was like drinking vinegar.
Now I'm trapped again, and there's no way out this time. Everyone is getting ready to watch the Superbowl, but I could really care less. I'm not from Chicago or Indiana, and soccer (futbol) and rugby are my games, not this pads and steroids stuff. I can only read so many books before I'm bored again. And then there's lunch-I have no idea what I'm going to order, or if they'll even get here right now. Maybe I should just chase everyone around with a fire axe and go freeze to death in the snow