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My 21st birthday was last weekend. Did most of my drinking on Saturday night at campus, stumbled to another bar, drank beer, got a ride back. Pretty tame. Also had a few drinks in the airport this weekend, which was nice (slept on the plane for an hour, then did homework with a slight buzz). To date, I haven't shown ID.
The debutante ball was this weekend... quite the interesting time. After a 22 hour day (most of it travel/waiting for a bus), we pulled up to the house, and much to our surprise, the girls were still awake and scream-y. We mingled for what must have been less than 20 minutes, then departed for our host family houses. I stayed at a house with Rob Mobley (the black guy from USAFA) and Dan Miller, a firstie. The woman was very nice... the house was nice... no complaints I guess. Just weird staying there. Had this annoying cat. Went to Universal Studios after that, which goes against my anti-theme-park disposition. The whole scene was just very much Hollywood-y.
The ball itself was nice. We changed into our whites at the hotel, and we spent a few hours waltzing around the hotel mingling with the girls/parents and getting yelled at by the terrible photographers who wanted our pictures in awkward places. One of the dads was a marine, and he was just a nut... one of the first things he said was that he could shoot us from 200 yards with a pistol (...). It also came to light that he was carrying a pistol very early on (he's a cop too). Glad I didn't have his daughter. Jeffy Heck did. While posing for a family photo: "If you feel that poking in your back, that's my nine." Weird.
When we did all our practice runs, I kept counting out which girl I was going to get (it was by height) and kept ending up with the ringer (she didn't have a nice personality/looks). Fortunately, I ended up with a girl who had to have been the most friendly one there. She was probably the reason I had fun since she was such a sweetheart. She was also remarkably well-adjusted for growing up with money. She didn't seem proud that she drove a Lexus (after I had told her about my sick '89 gold camry wagon)... and while she never worked a job in her life, she had done 2200 hours of community service. Ironically, I got paid to clean beaches and work at an animal shelter in my youth... huh.... Anyways, she loved to dance, so I obliged, even though it was warm as hell in the ballroom. Ate surf-and-turf, extravagant deserts, danced to the live band, and just had a nice time.
Next morning, we went to a nice brunch at a house overlooking the valley. Jesus... that place must have been a few million. Delicious food and all that. The girls/families sent us off after another few hundred thousand photos and giving us baked goods/gift bags.
Went to sleep at 0130, woke up Monday morning at 0630 for drill practice.
Things have been terrible since. What can I say though.
In summary, LA was nice, but something seemed artificial about it.
Whatever.
Easter was fun.
My 21st birthday was last weekend. Did most of my drinking on Saturday night at campus, stumbled to another bar, drank beer, got a ride back. Pretty tame. Also had a few drinks in the airport this weekend, which was nice (slept on the plane for an hour, then did homework with a slight buzz). To date, I haven't shown ID.
The debutante ball was this weekend... quite the interesting time. After a 22 hour day (most of it travel/waiting for a bus), we pulled up to the house, and much to our surprise, the girls were still awake and scream-y. We mingled for what must have been less than 20 minutes, then departed for our host family houses. I stayed at a house with Rob Mobley (the black guy from USAFA) and Dan Miller, a firstie. The woman was very nice... the house was nice... no complaints I guess. Just weird staying there. Had this annoying cat. Went to Universal Studios after that, which goes against my anti-theme-park disposition. The whole scene was just very much Hollywood-y.
The ball itself was nice. We changed into our whites at the hotel, and we spent a few hours waltzing around the hotel mingling with the girls/parents and getting yelled at by the terrible photographers who wanted our pictures in awkward places. One of the dads was a marine, and he was just a nut... one of the first things he said was that he could shoot us from 200 yards with a pistol (...). It also came to light that he was carrying a pistol very early on (he's a cop too). Glad I didn't have his daughter. Jeffy Heck did. While posing for a family photo: "If you feel that poking in your back, that's my nine." Weird.
When we did all our practice runs, I kept counting out which girl I was going to get (it was by height) and kept ending up with the ringer (she didn't have a nice personality/looks). Fortunately, I ended up with a girl who had to have been the most friendly one there. She was probably the reason I had fun since she was such a sweetheart. She was also remarkably well-adjusted for growing up with money. She didn't seem proud that she drove a Lexus (after I had told her about my sick '89 gold camry wagon)... and while she never worked a job in her life, she had done 2200 hours of community service. Ironically, I got paid to clean beaches and work at an animal shelter in my youth... huh.... Anyways, she loved to dance, so I obliged, even though it was warm as hell in the ballroom. Ate surf-and-turf, extravagant deserts, danced to the live band, and just had a nice time.
Next morning, we went to a nice brunch at a house overlooking the valley. Jesus... that place must have been a few million. Delicious food and all that. The girls/families sent us off after another few hundred thousand photos and giving us baked goods/gift bags.
Went to sleep at 0130, woke up Monday morning at 0630 for drill practice.
Things have been terrible since. What can I say though.
In summary, LA was nice, but something seemed artificial about it.
Whatever.
Easter was fun.