We had our squadron ball last night, which I honestly couldn't have cared less about, but still decided to go just for the sake of going, seeing as it seemed a good weekend to NOT drink for once. So I opt to get all dolled up in my Class A monkey suit, convincing myself that the food just may be decent. Once arriving at the parking lot with a friend, it dawned on me that I was the only one wearing traditional Class A's.
Everyone else had substituted the light green collar shirt for a white one, and a bowtie instead of the necktie. Great. I decided to just wait in my friends car instead of making an embarassment of my platoon. Freezing inside the little Intrepid, for a brief moment, I cursed my parents for feeling frisky that night some two decades ago.
My fellow Americans, I am an idiot.