I survived...
... the Lt. Colonel's Christmas party.
This annual occasion is considered a formal social - class A's, or dress blues if you have them, or formal civilian wear if you don't, is requested. For one's guest, as well. And while the party isn't mandatory, it is considered bad form to not show up unless one has a very good reason. After all, the Lt. Col's wife puts a lot of work into putting the evening together.
And it turned out to be a very enjoyable evening.
One of the Sergeants, and the Command Sergeant Major, showed up in full Scottish military regalia complete with sporran, hand-knitted socks, sock daggers, and bare knees - and plenty of stories to go with the outfits.
There was an officer from Switzerland attending with his wife, a lovely lady from Venezuela who is trying to learn English. Very interesting people to speak with; conversation was a mix of English, Spanish, and a touch of German. The wife of the kilted Sergeant and I swapped hunting stories. She had taken her very first elk this year, after several years of trying; I didn't get anything this year but had fun anyway. Another woman who hunts! huzzah!
Very little alcohol, but one of the younger Sergeants took advantage of it anyway - and his demeanor for about a half-hour afterwards caused one of the other Sergeants to declare him "OCS material." He's going to have to deal with the teasing for a while....
The food was excellent, the conversations were inclusive and relaxed, and it was a marvelous time. There was food, more food, desserts, drinks, chocolates, and more food on almost every table in the house.
And the Lt. Colonel has three of the prettiest cats... one of them, Hotai, even consented to join the party and accept admiration from everyone. The other two were nothing more than whiskers and big eyes peering around the corner at the crowd that had invaded their territory.
Even my husband allowed that he enjoyed the social. I think I can probably talk him into going again next year.
This annual occasion is considered a formal social - class A's, or dress blues if you have them, or formal civilian wear if you don't, is requested. For one's guest, as well. And while the party isn't mandatory, it is considered bad form to not show up unless one has a very good reason. After all, the Lt. Col's wife puts a lot of work into putting the evening together.
And it turned out to be a very enjoyable evening.
One of the Sergeants, and the Command Sergeant Major, showed up in full Scottish military regalia complete with sporran, hand-knitted socks, sock daggers, and bare knees - and plenty of stories to go with the outfits.
There was an officer from Switzerland attending with his wife, a lovely lady from Venezuela who is trying to learn English. Very interesting people to speak with; conversation was a mix of English, Spanish, and a touch of German. The wife of the kilted Sergeant and I swapped hunting stories. She had taken her very first elk this year, after several years of trying; I didn't get anything this year but had fun anyway. Another woman who hunts! huzzah!
Very little alcohol, but one of the younger Sergeants took advantage of it anyway - and his demeanor for about a half-hour afterwards caused one of the other Sergeants to declare him "OCS material."
The food was excellent, the conversations were inclusive and relaxed, and it was a marvelous time. There was food, more food, desserts, drinks, chocolates, and more food on almost every table in the house.
And the Lt. Colonel has three of the prettiest cats... one of them, Hotai, even consented to join the party and accept admiration from everyone. The other two were nothing more than whiskers and big eyes peering around the corner at the crowd that had invaded their territory.
Even my husband allowed that he enjoyed the social. I think I can probably talk him into going again next year.
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