No. More. Pie.
Back from Roberta's wedding, stuffed with finger food, cake, and drinks from the open bar, wot wot!!! Her wedding was tiny! I think a total of 35 people showed up, mostly from the groom's side of the family. They were all super nice...I wonder what happened to him? : ( Okay, that is my last "he's a dick" comment. From now on, I will keep my mouth shut. All I will say is that he was giving Javi dirty looks because he danced with Roberta a couple of times. That kind of insecurity is Hell to live with...I hope my girl knows what she is getting into.
The ceremony and reception were both on the base and I love being there! All the airmen are super friendly and polite and being on a base just takes me back to my childhood. We were early, so we drove around and around, looking at everything. ♥ ♥ ♥
It's weird to miss something like that, but once I start thinking about that time overseas, all the memories come flooding back and I realize that I had a rare and wonderful childhood (Reaganomics, notwithstanding). I miss the Bobbitt Theater, Magnolia ice cream, and Grande Island with its strange disconnected atmosphere and old cannons scattered around the perimeter. I miss taking my brother to the park or the library, just the two of us. Mostly I miss that feeling you get on a base - you feel safe, protected. Which is weird because in a war, who do you think will get it first? Also, I remember things like men with machine guns walking past our house and bomb threats emptying the school on a regular basis. But the good times definitely outweighed the bad. *sigh*
I am completely maudlin, guys. I think I had better go sleep it off. *^__^*
The ceremony and reception were both on the base and I love being there! All the airmen are super friendly and polite and being on a base just takes me back to my childhood. We were early, so we drove around and around, looking at everything. ♥ ♥ ♥
It's weird to miss something like that, but once I start thinking about that time overseas, all the memories come flooding back and I realize that I had a rare and wonderful childhood (Reaganomics, notwithstanding). I miss the Bobbitt Theater, Magnolia ice cream, and Grande Island with its strange disconnected atmosphere and old cannons scattered around the perimeter. I miss taking my brother to the park or the library, just the two of us. Mostly I miss that feeling you get on a base - you feel safe, protected. Which is weird because in a war, who do you think will get it first? Also, I remember things like men with machine guns walking past our house and bomb threats emptying the school on a regular basis. But the good times definitely outweighed the bad. *sigh*
I am completely maudlin, guys. I think I had better go sleep it off. *^__^*