Men in uniform - August 15, 2008
This weekend is the annual Chicago Air & Water show. It's easily my favorite event of the summer. Although I'm only going to be able to catch Sunday because tomorrow I'm going to be busy all day kicking cancer in the ass with 1,000 of my closest friends at the Wrigleyville Crawl for Cancer. That's right, Trixie...curing cancer one beer at a time.
Back to the topic at hand...the Blue Angels.
Yesterday was the rehearsal day for the show and my company had our annual summer outing at Castaway's. It was a beautiful day to blow off work for the afternoon, sit outside at the beach, drink beer, and watch the Blue Angels fly crazy formations. It was so cool.
And did I mention hot? Seriously hot (and I'm not talking about the weather here). Boys, I think the easiest way to pick up women in Chicago this weekend is to get your hands on a flight suit and wear it around town.
Thank me later.
Posted by TheTrixie at 3:41 PM
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If ye only knew how gay them Navel A-V-8-ORs really be. Seriously, they love the cock. Just watch Top Gun a little more closely, dear. As for us lowly Ship Drivers? Well, we be the true descendants of Davey Jones and the sea-faring dogs of yore: We alone can deflower an entire beachhead of brown-skinned maidens without catching nary a single venereal disease.
Methinks ye might enjoy the ride, yeargh!
TRIXIE EDIT: This just might be my favorite comment ever.
Posted by: some swo at August 15, 2008 05:30 PM
Wow, I cannot top that comment. In fact, don't even post this.
Posted by: Wayland at August 15, 2008 11:24 PM
Ha! Lady, little kids grow up wanting to be sailors... When Sailors grow up, they want to be MARINES!!
The USMC is over 232 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our Mother was an M-16, and our Father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea, feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life for Mom, the Corps, and the American Flag. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and slap the Hell out of both of them. Soldier by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice,
MARINE BY GOD!!! OORAH!!!
Besides, we definitely have the best uniform... what's a flight suit, next to Marine Corps Dress Blues?!
Hehehehe... sorry, but I had to try and top the sailor...
Posted by: Chris at August 23, 2008 09:35 AM
You are so brilliant. Role models sounds boring, beige and angellike. You step out form your writing as vibrant, stunning and hilarious.
Posted by: Sway Fatale at August 25, 2008 11:42 AM
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