About once a year each Army unit has a military ball. It's full of pomp and circumstance. There are grog bowls (full of every conceivable liquor known to man, ostensibly related to the unit's history somehow). And there are speeches and dinner. There is usually a DJ and some music, though the dancing is hit or miss.
Last night, despite feeling pregnant and fat, and having the shortest hair I've had for a ball, AND despite the fact that I was drinking Shirley Temples all night while Bob imbibed: it was still fun.
The ball was held at a posh hotel in Tacoma called Hotel Murano, and it was very well organized and attended. And the music and dancing were above par.
These pictures were taken about six hours into the event, so we're not looking our most refreshed, but you can see my beverage of choice. I tried to go for the 1920's vintage Hollywood look. Not my usual thing, but it ended up being interesting. And hey: I was able to zip my gown.
And of course there's Bob acting goofy after his contribution to the Grog bowl: Jaegermeister (to commemorate our unit's time in Germany).
You know what they say... it's not the Jaeger that gets you. It's the Meister.
2 comments:
Yes, it is the meister...not the jaeger...but jaeger is still gross in my opinion. I know people say that you either love black licorice or hate it, but I don't really love it or hate it. It does give me a headache though, black licorice, not jaeger. I've never had enough jaeger to get a headache. Yuck, yuck, yuck! Yeah for Shirley Temples though. Those are good!!!
Lizzy you look hot!
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