Formerly known as the Hornet Ball, Ian and I attended the Strike Fighter Ball this past weekend in downtown Norfolk. It was our first ball since 2004. We had an excellent time. My body cannot handle that crazy party anymore, that is for sure. And, how strange it is to become the old crusty crowd. But I seem to have skated through it without many stains on my dress. Haven’t had the guts to check out Ian’s white jacket. Maybe I will be back on track tomorrow? I have a wee little migraine that I am contending with right now. Dehydration is NOT a good thing. Yes, that does, in fact make it a two day hangover. Getting old HURTS. However, catching up with friends we haven’t seen since flight school? Priceless.
Oh well, Here’s to the VFA-211 JOPA who managed to win Mutha. Mutha, not to be mixed up with her new duplicate, Fatha, is a strange little sculpture with oddly glowing eyes. She is the award that represents Fighter Spirit and is among one of the highest spirit awards in the world, I am sure. Maybe I will get an opportunity to have a photo shoot to the Queen of the former Tomcat community herself. Cheers! Here’s to Mutha! Here’s to the Fighting Checkmates of VFA-211.
p.s. Thank you to the staff of the Downtown Marriott for putting up with 800 drunken air crew this weekend until 2 am. Y’all earn the big cash we drop for the pleasure. Next time, however, please tell us nicely when it is time to go instead of making us feel like criminals. Kay?