Once again, the Chaplain Corps Ball was the most fun out of the bunch! Either we are truly a joyful people, or we just really know how to party. Or both.
Since the Chaplain Corps Ball doesn't get lumped in with all the MC Balls, we don't have to have the same menu or favors as everyone else. It also means that even though the Chaplain Corps Birthday is in November, we are relegated to December, since there is an MC Ball every single night of November. Unless we want to have it the same night as the Club's Halloween party, which we did last year. Good times.
Cliff was on the ball committee this year, and he was in charge of, among many other things, the menu selection...which meant we were in charge of the menu selection, as he brought the packet home and I told him what he should pick. Same with the favor...so if you ladies don't like that you got another coin to give to your husband to add to his collection...I'm super-sorry. It's just that, it's all flotsam to me. I don't like ball favors. I'd rather they lower the ticket price. They all end up at the thrift store. Even the glasses. I like all of my glasses to match. I'm anal that way. But my husband does collect those coins, so I was happy for him to get to design this one.
Anyway, everyone raved about the menu. There were five selections. I had the tuna fillet with curry (it rocked) and there were also Cornish game hens, tenderloin steak, a vegetable gnocchi for the vegetarians and something else I'm forgetting. And instead of lame sheet cake? a plate of mini desserts...pecan pie, cheesecake, and chocolate something. They were all equally spectacular!
But as good as the food was...this is why I'm here for the party.
There's just something about men in uniform dancing that is so awesome.
There are pictures in someone's album on Facebook (which I promptly untagged myself from) that I will not post here...but I will tell you the story. A bunch of us were in a circle on the dance floor, sort of dancing along, watching some of these young "bible study" Marines bust some moves. I can't remember the song for sure, but I think it was MC Hammer, "Can't Touch This." Anyway, next thing I know, this young LCpl is all up on me, backing into me, acting like I'm bumping and grinding on him (only I'm just standing there, swaying to the music). He's got his finger up to his pouty lips...the whole thing. I, like everyone else, am laughing SO hard I can barely breathe. He then turns to me and says, "I sure hope your husband isn't anyone important!" I turn around to find my husband and our guests dying laughing. Cliff told me I should have introduced myself as his CO's wife. I don't think that quickly.
Then he moved on to some other poor victim.
Hilarity.
That's him, right there. From behind. The way I recognize him best. He was a very good dancer, actually...when he wasn't picking on people. He's a dance instructor and offered to give us all lessons before next year's ball. Only, like ballroom stuff...not what he was doing. That would just be wrong.
We invited 6 guests this year. These two can really tear-up the dance floor. I didn't get the Joneses or the Bantas pics because they left right before this. Everyone looked great.
And I get to go home with the best looking one. Love me some Chaplains. Well, ONE Chaplain.
Happy Birthday, Chaplain Corps!
Since the Chaplain Corps Ball doesn't get lumped in with all the MC Balls, we don't have to have the same menu or favors as everyone else. It also means that even though the Chaplain Corps Birthday is in November, we are relegated to December, since there is an MC Ball every single night of November. Unless we want to have it the same night as the Club's Halloween party, which we did last year. Good times.
Cliff was on the ball committee this year, and he was in charge of, among many other things, the menu selection...which meant we were in charge of the menu selection, as he brought the packet home and I told him what he should pick. Same with the favor...so if you ladies don't like that you got another coin to give to your husband to add to his collection...I'm super-sorry. It's just that, it's all flotsam to me. I don't like ball favors. I'd rather they lower the ticket price. They all end up at the thrift store. Even the glasses. I like all of my glasses to match. I'm anal that way. But my husband does collect those coins, so I was happy for him to get to design this one.
Anyway, everyone raved about the menu. There were five selections. I had the tuna fillet with curry (it rocked) and there were also Cornish game hens, tenderloin steak, a vegetable gnocchi for the vegetarians and something else I'm forgetting. And instead of lame sheet cake? a plate of mini desserts...pecan pie, cheesecake, and chocolate something. They were all equally spectacular!
But as good as the food was...this is why I'm here for the party.
There's just something about men in uniform dancing that is so awesome.
There are pictures in someone's album on Facebook (which I promptly untagged myself from) that I will not post here...but I will tell you the story. A bunch of us were in a circle on the dance floor, sort of dancing along, watching some of these young "bible study" Marines bust some moves. I can't remember the song for sure, but I think it was MC Hammer, "Can't Touch This." Anyway, next thing I know, this young LCpl is all up on me, backing into me, acting like I'm bumping and grinding on him (only I'm just standing there, swaying to the music). He's got his finger up to his pouty lips...the whole thing. I, like everyone else, am laughing SO hard I can barely breathe. He then turns to me and says, "I sure hope your husband isn't anyone important!" I turn around to find my husband and our guests dying laughing. Cliff told me I should have introduced myself as his CO's wife. I don't think that quickly.
Then he moved on to some other poor victim.
Hilarity.
That's him, right there. From behind. The way I recognize him best. He was a very good dancer, actually...when he wasn't picking on people. He's a dance instructor and offered to give us all lessons before next year's ball. Only, like ballroom stuff...not what he was doing. That would just be wrong.
We invited 6 guests this year. These two can really tear-up the dance floor. I didn't get the Joneses or the Bantas pics because they left right before this. Everyone looked great.
And I get to go home with the best looking one. Love me some Chaplains. Well, ONE Chaplain.
Happy Birthday, Chaplain Corps!
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