Carronade The Yankee Sailor Carronade

The Sea is a choosy mistress. She takes the men that come to her and weighs them and measures them. The ones she adores, she keeps; the ones she hates, she destroys. The rest she casts back to land. I count myself among the adored, for I am Her willing Captive.

I've relocated to a new Yankee Sailor.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

How Not to Plan a Hail & Farewell

The wardroom scheduled a hail and farewell for reporting and detaching
members today, and it doesn't look promising. Usually the Bull picks out a
good place, QA's it through the XO, and we all gather with at least some
expectations of fun. This time the Bull has fallen well short of the mark.

First, it's scheduled for a VFW hall. I sh-t you not. Just what we need
after six weeks of uninterrupted exposure service members of all stripes,
just us and a gang of aging veterans hanging around swilling beer. There
will definitely be no eyeball liberty tonight.

Second, transportation. I thought roomie was bad at travel arrangements, but
this Bull couldn't get a pack of Cub Scouts to the restroom and back at a
ball game. Oh, he arranged a bus, but it's a one way trip. We're on our own
to get back. Doh!

Third, food. Right at the dinner hour, and no food except bowls of chips and
pretzels and maybe a little monkey food thrown in ritz the place up.

There is one up side. The keg is paid for and drinks are $2 a piece. Let me beer....$2 drinks and shots....and no food.

Tomorrow could be painful....