The Tomahawk Ball
So, the ball was fun! It would've been more fun if more of our platoon had come, though, since we didn't know hardly anyone. The other bummer is that we were put at a table far in the back, in a corner, so we could barely see or hear anything. =\ But I still enjoyed myself and I'm glad we went. I definitely think that that night was the prettiest I have felt in my life so far. :) I'm so glad I paid to have my hair done--my stylist is amazing! I hadn't been sure what I could have with my hair as short as it is, but she managed it perfectly, and it totally complimented the style of my dress. And my awesome friend Cristy did my makeup--I stopped at her house after my hair appointment. She used to work for Sephora, so she's really good at it. She made me look amazing, without being overdone. I got so many compliments on my dress, and Trish and Anne told me I looked like a princess Barbie and had the best dress at the ball. :D
Order of the evening: social hour, posting of the colors, then the grog ceremony (military tradition), then toasts, then dinner. I really enjoy military ceremonies; the grog one is always particularly interesting. After dinner there was a presentation of the Order of St. Maurice and a short speech by the Guest Speaker, Kirby Wilbur. We hung around for a bit after that, but things were starting to get pretty rowdy by that point so we left. Most people were pretty drunk. =P It's quite amusing watching people be stupid. Andrew and I had a few drinks but we were determined to be able to drive home (they took everyone's keys at the entrance and breathilized everyone before they left--if you failed, you didn't get your keys and had to take a cab), and besides, it was too expensive to get tipsy/drunk, lol.
Something that really annoyed me: all the women who did not find it necessary to keep the dress code. =P I'm sorry, but the words "ball" and "black tie" mean a floor-length fancy dress, NOT a short cocktail dress or even less formal short dress (of which I saw way too many)!! Grrr. Oh, and for those among you who do not think tattoos are un-classy: go to an event like this. Tattooed women in formal wear are not classy, I'm sorry. Anyway. *cough*
Another observation: the only thing better than a man in a suit is a man in a military dress uniform. A whole room full of them is quite the yummy sight. ;)
On to pictures!
Us.
A couple of our tablemates, Andrew's buddy Carmack and his gf (I totally forgot her name though =P).
Couple other guys from Mortar platoon: Sgt. Slagle (the platoon sergeant) and Sgt. Valdes. And the latter's girlfriend.
I love the back of my dress.
My handsome husband!
I love this picture of us, despite the ghetto privacy fence in the background!
An attempt to get a nicer backdrop, lol.
Trish, my amazing FRG leader and Cpt. Phillips' wife, and me.
Me with Trish and Anne (co-FRG leader and 1st Sgt. Tucker's wife). I love these two ladies to death--they are so amazing.
Battalion mugs that we got to take home...except someone stole ours from our table and I had to send Andrew hunting for another one to steal from someone else because I wasn't leaving without one. LOL
We did have a formal picture taken by the photographer; I'll post it when we get it back.
Order of the evening: social hour, posting of the colors, then the grog ceremony (military tradition), then toasts, then dinner. I really enjoy military ceremonies; the grog one is always particularly interesting. After dinner there was a presentation of the Order of St. Maurice and a short speech by the Guest Speaker, Kirby Wilbur. We hung around for a bit after that, but things were starting to get pretty rowdy by that point so we left. Most people were pretty drunk. =P It's quite amusing watching people be stupid. Andrew and I had a few drinks but we were determined to be able to drive home (they took everyone's keys at the entrance and breathilized everyone before they left--if you failed, you didn't get your keys and had to take a cab), and besides, it was too expensive to get tipsy/drunk, lol.
Something that really annoyed me: all the women who did not find it necessary to keep the dress code. =P I'm sorry, but the words "ball" and "black tie" mean a floor-length fancy dress, NOT a short cocktail dress or even less formal short dress (of which I saw way too many)!! Grrr. Oh, and for those among you who do not think tattoos are un-classy: go to an event like this. Tattooed women in formal wear are not classy, I'm sorry. Anyway. *cough*
Another observation: the only thing better than a man in a suit is a man in a military dress uniform. A whole room full of them is quite the yummy sight. ;)
On to pictures!
Us.
A couple of our tablemates, Andrew's buddy Carmack and his gf (I totally forgot her name though =P).
Couple other guys from Mortar platoon: Sgt. Slagle (the platoon sergeant) and Sgt. Valdes. And the latter's girlfriend.
I love the back of my dress.
My handsome husband!
I love this picture of us, despite the ghetto privacy fence in the background!
An attempt to get a nicer backdrop, lol.
Trish, my amazing FRG leader and Cpt. Phillips' wife, and me.
Me with Trish and Anne (co-FRG leader and 1st Sgt. Tucker's wife). I love these two ladies to death--they are so amazing.
Battalion mugs that we got to take home...except someone stole ours from our table and I had to send Andrew hunting for another one to steal from someone else because I wasn't leaving without one. LOL
We did have a formal picture taken by the photographer; I'll post it when we get it back.