Solitude is sitting all alone in a private fancy hotel hot tub listening to Ben Folds Five and reading outside magazine. That's what I did all afternoon before having a crabcake sandwich. Eating a lot of crab here.
Highlights of an awesome dinner with Chris Davis and 2 new Navy friends yesterday: I downed 3 jagerbombs, 3 irish carbombs, a bunch of vodka as well as various other "last night in America" booze, paired with a 18 oz porterhouse steak and a 15 dollar crab cake a smaller club, the time lounge offered awesome music videos and later an Irish pub had a live band. I had a good buzz, it was getting late and I was back in my hotel room by midnight.
I did laundry, finished some homework and was pretty well prepared to go. At 4am I put on my uniform and checked out of the hotel. At the end of the the 20 minute cab ride to the AMC terminal I was happy to get on the plane to get some sleep.
This is a testament that things don't always go as planned. My flight had been canceled. I was instructed to return Sunday morning. Same time. Ugh.
I'm not sure how to explain my feelings, a little relief maybe - I would much rather be here for a couple more days than over there. But, I thought I was ready. The only thing I can equate it to is like getting all warmed up and ready for a wrestling match, and when you go out find out the other team has bumped their guy up a class and you don't have to wrestle at all...until Sunday morning.
More to follow.
Best,
bh
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