Tuesday, July 8, 2008

beauty and the blitzkrieg

I often enjoy misreading phrases.

Missouri was a good time. A better time than I was expecting. I think, these days, that I adore my brother over all things. Maybe I'm putting him on a pedestal some, but Reid really strikes me as everything that's good and worthwhile about humanity. I would die for him.

Essentially, the trip was nonstop shenanigans. Promotion, promotion pizza party, Scarlett's birthday luau / 4th of July barbeque, the Soldier Show, extra-patriotic fireworks, Hancock, board games, schusting, Bones. Despite some of their (ultra-conservative) craziness, I think that I genuinely like my brother's in-laws. They're good people.

Today was also good. Was marginally productive, took a dose of Jane Austen (I know, I know, but I'm kind of a sap), watched the girliest movie EVER with Juli 'Doctah' Jones, via cell phone. Also discovered the answer to an important, life altering question:

Q: How many Madlibs can you do in three and a half hours?
A: A lot.

4 comments:

All Is On said...

Do you/did you like Bones? David Boreanaz might be my favorite part. Maaaybe.

Annabelle said...

I did like Bones. Not as much as, say, Law and Order, but it was fun. Kind of reminds me of Crossing Jordan.

...And, yes, David Boreanaz = best part. He's prettier when he stops brooding all the time.

Eric Shonkwiler said...

Is that protocol with promotions these days, the pizza party?

"Congratulations, Lieutenant. Put down your M-4 and pick up some Papa John's."

Annabelle said...

Actually, the apparent military protocol is for the promoted party (in this case, my brother) to spend the difference in their new and old monthly salaries to throw a big promotion bash for all of their military friends. My brother, who's just been made Captain, should therefore have hypothetically spent $900. (These are usually large, boozy affairs, if you can't guess.)

HOWEVER. Reid's promotion came at such a time (over the holiday weekend, and at the end of a training cycle, which meant that a bunch of his acquaintances had just moved off base) that he actually ignored this rule. Instead, he just invited us, his in-laws, and a few of his closest friends over for pizza and games.

I sort of like the rule, though. Maybe I'll throw my own big boozy party every time I get a pay raise. :P