Getting ready to go.
I was so happy my friends April and Steph were there as well. It did make the night more fun.
Seated at the table and enjoying appetizers, but still sweating a little because you don't know who will get busted for something.
The photo that cost Dan $2 and a cup of Grog. The man in the middle is "Mr Vice", the guy who picks out who gets into trouble. As we were doing appetizers, he was roaming and checking and visiting. He stopped at our table and demanded a selfie, since my phone was on the table. So we did a selfie. Later, he called on everyone who had taken a selfie with him to go get Grog and be fined $2. Since we, as the spouses, didn't have to do it, our husbands had to. Oops!
Fancy schmancy dinner.
April's husband, Milt, hamming it up with Dan after the trip to the Grog due to the photo.
Mr. Vice did a great job. He called out a Marine for having his uniform too tight and made him dance to prove his pants wouldn't split (they did not). He called out the PMO group for wanting to be super heros and made them wear plastic fireman hats. He made PMO and another shop have a dance-off to decide an argument. There were accusations that facilities was withholding AC in buildings and that someone wasn't paying their bills. A Marine was called out for not wearing an award, and there was much hilarity when a Marine was accused of downloading a Michael Jackson song during the speaker's talk and demanded to perform it. And Grog was consumed.
Dan said the non-alcoholic grog seemed to be V-8 and tabasco sauce with popcorn and cabbage in it. The other tuff apparently had cheetos and something else gross in it. Someone was fined and made to drink more for not drinking a full cup the first time. Dan had to go up two more times as a mass punishment and not for any infraction on his part- tables were accused of not reporting the grog-dipper, so they (including Dan) all had to pay a penny and drink grog. Then our table and several others were accused of not being good Marines since no one at these tables had made any accusations. So they had to go drink again. Dan said the first time wasn't bad. But after the third guzzle, it was no fun at all.
This is our neighbor, the station chaplain. He is a neat guy. He was also 15 minutes late. (And it wasn't really his fault. He had flown in from a trip just before the event.) As punishment, he had to wear this vest and guard the door for the rest of the evening.
I confess, it is anxiety-inducing to be eating dinner and wondering if your husband is going to get in "trouble" for something, and not knowing if you are about to screw up and cause him to be fined or drink the nasty stuff. It was side-splitting and fun, but a relief as well when that portion ended, dessert was served, a speaker spoke, toasts were toasted. Just before the toasting though, I got a text that Callie was sick. I felt bad that we had to make her wait till after the toasts, but I couldn't leave in the middle! We dashed out as soon as we possibly could. Callie was indeed not feeling well and had been throwing up. She had a migraine and that was giving her tummy troubles. She went to bed and was fine by morning.
Aside from the abrupt ending, it was a good time!
