After a long, wonderful day at Admiral's Island, we all head back to the Rock. A short recess in which we shower, take a nap, and get ready for Saturday night out.
The girls get together for dinner first ... I remember some taco place, or another restaurant at which we would have sloe gin fizz (
... laughing, talking about our crushes, not thinking beyond the moment.
Then some of us split off to head to A&W to get a jug each of lemon and orange slush, while the rest of us head off to the on-base bulk store to entice a young GI to buy a gin and vodka for us. Thinking back now, those poor guys ... being lured by a bunch of long haired bra-less hip hugger wearing sweet young thangs, then once we got the booze, we drove off.
We were all scrunched in my car, heading for Friendship Park or the sea wall, singing 'Barnacle Bill the Sailor', and other bawdy lyrics, mixing the vodka with the orange slush, and the gin with the lemon. Chugging the booze cause we hated the taste ... just wanted the buzz.
Arriving at wherever we were all meeting that night, the boys (who already were way ahead of us ... they didn't stop for niceties like dinner out or nothing ... just hit the beer). Then the night of deep drunken conversations, soul searching, flirting, etc., etc. Running around working off the booze so when the 11pm parentel curfew hit, we would be 'sober' staggering into our home at night.
From these many nights out with the girls, we have formed 'SFB' (@#%$ Faced Broads), and 'Phi Alpha Gamma' (otherwise affectionately called FAG).
The best part? Waking up the next morning with NO HANGOVER!!!!
The girls get together for dinner first ... I remember some taco place, or another restaurant at which we would have sloe gin fizz (
Then some of us split off to head to A&W to get a jug each of lemon and orange slush, while the rest of us head off to the on-base bulk store to entice a young GI to buy a gin and vodka for us. Thinking back now, those poor guys ... being lured by a bunch of long haired bra-less hip hugger wearing sweet young thangs, then once we got the booze, we drove off.
We were all scrunched in my car, heading for Friendship Park or the sea wall, singing 'Barnacle Bill the Sailor', and other bawdy lyrics, mixing the vodka with the orange slush, and the gin with the lemon. Chugging the booze cause we hated the taste ... just wanted the buzz.
Arriving at wherever we were all meeting that night, the boys (who already were way ahead of us ... they didn't stop for niceties like dinner out or nothing ... just hit the beer). Then the night of deep drunken conversations, soul searching, flirting, etc., etc. Running around working off the booze so when the 11pm parentel curfew hit, we would be 'sober' staggering into our home at night.
From these many nights out with the girls, we have formed 'SFB' (@#%$ Faced Broads), and 'Phi Alpha Gamma' (otherwise affectionately called FAG).
The best part? Waking up the next morning with NO HANGOVER!!!!



