So, last Friday, we were invited to the birthday party for one of our friends, who lives in the Richmond area but is a National Guardsman. Since he is in the National Guard, he had permission to have his family (and us partiers) stay overnight at the National Guard base in Virginia Beach. We got there at around 5:00p, and after going through military security, we met up with our friend and his family. Everyone was staying the night in trailers -- that's the housing that was available -- and due to Hurricane [I forget which one; there's just been so many this year], we were apparently in a trailer during a tornado warning. (Tornado warnings were issued for pretty much every locality in the Virginia Beach area, so I'm confident we were in one at some time.) After eating birthday cake, us seven adults played Trivial Pursuit, where the women, shockingly, beat the men, despite not knowing the number of innings a pitcher must complete to be eligible for a win.
The next day the weather was better, and since the base had its own private beach (next to a active firing range), we put on our water attire (including the friend's two-year old son in a tiny Speedo) and went in the water. Soon, one of us noticed that we were swimming with dolphins only a couple hundred yards in the distance. Which was cool. After swimming, we all ate lunch together and went our separate ways, which for Kim and I meant going to a lighthouse which happened to be on a (different) Virginia Beach military base. The first base was pretty lax, security-wise -- I showed the guard my driver's license, she looked at it for two seconds, and waved us through -- but this one was tougher, culminating with me opening up the hood of my car with men looking inquisitively at it. Having now gone twice through military security that weekend, Kim and I decided the lighthouse would be our last stop, and we drove home.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
