BIG LAMBIE, the table is mailed. Keep your hoof cloves crossed that it will get there in one piece. The store boxed it up, then I put it in the middle of my parachute bag with all the cold weather gear wrapped around it and boxed THAT up, so 40 pounds and half the tape in Southern Asia later, it is finished. Could you put the gear back into the bag and put it in my closet or something? If you can ever acetylene torch through the tape, that is. I eventually have to get it back to Tampa.
It is a testimony to my perseverence that I finally talked CDR K. into coming to Happy Hour. He tried to go there with the, "You know, [lambie], OK, it's not that I don't like you or want to spend time with you, because I do, it's that I'm fifty fucking years old, I don't like the NOISE, and that rap music and having to SHOUT at someone sitting right by me." (Hypocrite, you yell at me all day...) But I remained firm to my convictions that no one is too old for the charms of the American Club, and he at least agreed to let me put all their names on the list for International Night. CAPT B. will come out, and Senior Chief as well, now that the crucial linchpin to their staying at the hotel and watching movies operations has been removed. You have to lead these horse to water AND make them drink, let me tell you.