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Sunday, May 8, 2005

   Gentlemanly ? My eye. >_<
I had a magnificent time at the formal function last night (there was no dancing involved), but there were plenty of people drinking and smoking. Those who smoked took it outside which was admirable. I suffered only a little bit when my friend and I went in and out. Everything went along well and my friend's friends were nice. Even his old landlady was on her best behavior. (chuckles) When we went home, we were listening to the radio and he tapped to the rhythm on my stomach. Let's just say he missed and hit what he wasn't supposed to.
>_< Anyway, I told him not to tap there and took his hand away. He wasn't happy with me, but I think he understands.

More about the function. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance as well as tradition. We saluted the flag while someone sang the National Anthem, honored MIAs/POWs and those who had died in service. Then came the grog bowl. The actual grog bowl had every liqour known to man in it as well as gunpowder, dirt and a dirty sock. No...I'm not making this up.
There were grog containers (2 was a "punch" mixture supposedly and the other was from the grog bowl) on each table. When the bottles were opened one could smell the alcohol from miles away. Potent stuff. There were a lot of toasts made...I stayed away from that sort of thing because
1) I don't care for alcohol
2) Father's side has proclivaties towards alcoholism
3) Alcohol smells n-a-s-t-y
4) Being drunk isn't my idea of fun.
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