Lemme just get to the point.
Today was the dining in.
It was great though, there were some funny skits, and some really good times. I wish that I could share them all with you.
Because of my expertise with beer, I was chosen to be the pourer for the kegerator. That was pretty rough, as my current position is to not partake in alcoholic beverages. I poured though, and the keg's tap was less than par. There was a lot of foam for all who were trying to get drunk at the govt's expense. Not my fault, again, bad tap. My humorous excuse was that I only had experience in backyards and only after doing handstands on top of the keg, which seemed to calm everyone down. I continued my arduous task, and finally was afforded the chance to sit down and enjoy the night.
While not a combat dining in, where a food fight and alcoholic consumption is mandatory, there were plenty of chances to be all we could be. The skits were spot on, a maintenance skit was performed, where a game of telephone with the MXG commander displayed the different stages of the bullshit filter. Another skit was done with actors portraying the EFS CC and the AEG CC, as well as several other key players. I have not laughed in the last six months as I have tonight. The group commander impersonation was so dead on, even I couldn't do it better.
Yes. Even me. It was so good, I was relieved I wasn't asked to fill this position for the preservation of my career. Even the food, cooked by our regular flightline mess personnel was pretty good.
Afterwards, I went to my room and changed into some comfortable civilian clothes and came back to help clean up. I helped for a bit, but the calling of a deck of playing cards was too powerful to deny. Our flight doc and a dedicated crew chief played spades against the squadron commander and I. We routed them. After playing for a bit the community activities center told us that they were closing.
I don't know, we'll see.
In the mean time, I'm going to go to sleep, so that tomorrow, I can get my darling wife some presents from downtown Korea.
One quote to remember from my, well, just being me.
"CP!" (Cave Putorium)
"What does that mean?"
"Beware the Weasel."
"Seize the Weasel, got it."
"No, Beware the weasel."
"Right, Beware the Seize."
"No, Beware the weasel."
"Seize the weasel."
"Close enough."
Well, lets see on monday if I'm still a Staff Sergeant.
CP!
-S
8/08/2009
8/06/2009
Wandering Korea
I went to Osan today to get some junk. I bought some blankets, a shirt, some jeans, a reflective belt, some workout shorts, and some medicine for my cold.
Went back to Fogo, the brazillian BBQ joint. The food this time wasn't as great, they were cooking it a lot more, more like medium well to well done beef. No good there. The rare cuts tasted so much better. You see, people who put steak sauce on thier steak are the same people who like well done steak. A properly cooked and seasoned rare-medium rare steak doesn't need sauce. There are natural fravors there you just can't cook out, or you waste the steak.
Meh. So it wasn't as great this time. I was asked by a Korean guy as I was walking down the street if I was prepared for the end of the world. He was trying to give me a Jehovah's Witness pamphlet.
"Really? The end of the world, huh?", I asked disarmingly.
"Uh.... yeah.", he replied as if he just realized he was asking strangers if they were ready for the end of the world. I doubt anyone had replied to him like they might believe him if he could back it up.
"Is that soon?"
"Uh, probably. Here, look at this pamphlet."
The conversation ended with a friendly wave as if to say, "I'm not going to throw this away for you, but thanks for trying."
I bought shorts! I said that already, but gym shorts are important. My Fila gym shorts that i've had forever have gotten old, less elastic, and they're getting a little big on me, which is strange, because I have stayed about the same weight for the last 4 months or so. I was walking through the BX looking at potential gym clothes, and wondering why it was so damn expensive for shorts... I still haven't figured out 35 dollar gym shorts. I was also looking at underwear, and wondering why hanes decided to go from 28-30 for small sizes, to 32-34 for mediums, and 36-38 for larges. What if i'm a 31 or a 35? Hmmmmmmmm.....
It was about this time that I realized that I was staring with my nose inches away from a package of mens low rise briefs saying "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm" loudly.
I turned around, bought the cheapest gym shorts they had and left.
Oooh, and I had a peculiar interaction with a bug-thing today. I was sitting on the bench at the train station, waiting for my train, and I felt something crawling on my back. I brushed at it, didn't feel anything, so I went back to practicing looking cool. I felt it again, so I craned my neck around as far as i could and pulled on my shirt to move the bug to where I could see it. I brushed it off and stood up. The bug was staring at me. I stepped back. The bug followed, in fact, the bug walked all the way to the edge of the bench where it stopped, staring at me. Motionless, I stared back, wondering... seriously, what the fuck is going on?
Am I really having a staredown with a moth/beetle/guy? Is this happening?
Well, by this point, a crowd is drawing around me because I'm staring intensely at a bug on a bench. The bug finally decided to fly towards my face. I juked, shucked, and threw a right cross, connected, and followed up with a left, that is to say my large ice tea from the BX food court(which is probably comically large to Koreans). Two powerful blows, and I had knocked one of the bugs wings off. I realized why it was following me.
The underside of the wings and body (which was previously covered by wings) looked exactly like the splotchy pattern on my shirt. The bug probably thought he knew me or something. At this point I felt bad, but the bug was dying, so I put it out of its misery.
The crowd still stood there, dumbfounded that this American was throwing punches and giant beverages at bugs in the train station. Luckily for me, at this point the train had finally pulled up, and I quickly ducked inside after gesturing that something interesting was going on "over there."
Went back to Fogo, the brazillian BBQ joint. The food this time wasn't as great, they were cooking it a lot more, more like medium well to well done beef. No good there. The rare cuts tasted so much better. You see, people who put steak sauce on thier steak are the same people who like well done steak. A properly cooked and seasoned rare-medium rare steak doesn't need sauce. There are natural fravors there you just can't cook out, or you waste the steak.
Meh. So it wasn't as great this time. I was asked by a Korean guy as I was walking down the street if I was prepared for the end of the world. He was trying to give me a Jehovah's Witness pamphlet.
"Really? The end of the world, huh?", I asked disarmingly.
"Uh.... yeah.", he replied as if he just realized he was asking strangers if they were ready for the end of the world. I doubt anyone had replied to him like they might believe him if he could back it up.
"Is that soon?"
"Uh, probably. Here, look at this pamphlet."
The conversation ended with a friendly wave as if to say, "I'm not going to throw this away for you, but thanks for trying."
I bought shorts! I said that already, but gym shorts are important. My Fila gym shorts that i've had forever have gotten old, less elastic, and they're getting a little big on me, which is strange, because I have stayed about the same weight for the last 4 months or so. I was walking through the BX looking at potential gym clothes, and wondering why it was so damn expensive for shorts... I still haven't figured out 35 dollar gym shorts. I was also looking at underwear, and wondering why hanes decided to go from 28-30 for small sizes, to 32-34 for mediums, and 36-38 for larges. What if i'm a 31 or a 35? Hmmmmmmmm.....
It was about this time that I realized that I was staring with my nose inches away from a package of mens low rise briefs saying "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm" loudly.
I turned around, bought the cheapest gym shorts they had and left.
Oooh, and I had a peculiar interaction with a bug-thing today. I was sitting on the bench at the train station, waiting for my train, and I felt something crawling on my back. I brushed at it, didn't feel anything, so I went back to practicing looking cool. I felt it again, so I craned my neck around as far as i could and pulled on my shirt to move the bug to where I could see it. I brushed it off and stood up. The bug was staring at me. I stepped back. The bug followed, in fact, the bug walked all the way to the edge of the bench where it stopped, staring at me. Motionless, I stared back, wondering... seriously, what the fuck is going on?
Am I really having a staredown with a moth/beetle/guy? Is this happening?
Well, by this point, a crowd is drawing around me because I'm staring intensely at a bug on a bench. The bug finally decided to fly towards my face. I juked, shucked, and threw a right cross, connected, and followed up with a left, that is to say my large ice tea from the BX food court(which is probably comically large to Koreans). Two powerful blows, and I had knocked one of the bugs wings off. I realized why it was following me.
The underside of the wings and body (which was previously covered by wings) looked exactly like the splotchy pattern on my shirt. The bug probably thought he knew me or something. At this point I felt bad, but the bug was dying, so I put it out of its misery.
The crowd still stood there, dumbfounded that this American was throwing punches and giant beverages at bugs in the train station. Luckily for me, at this point the train had finally pulled up, and I quickly ducked inside after gesturing that something interesting was going on "over there."
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