LT of some womens' dreams

Today was a day of ceremony which was good because I stayed at the pool way too late last night. A local friend of mine told me she was drunk and felt free to tell me that I was every woman’s dream. So I walked around the pool testing that theory but found that not every woman has the same dreams. Around eleven thirty I started to go home but ran into some guys from Tennessee playing a Gibson jumbo guitar so I sat with there little party singing. It was awesome the songs we sang…Rocky Top, Waylon Jennings, Hank Sr, all kinds of good country and some fair renditions of Irish drinking tunes as well. Then one of the guys started playing Grateful Dead and it killed the mood. I’ve seen it happen before when I played in Luchenback…Grateful Dead kills a good round robin because its made to be played by a full band, usually the Grateful Dead.
This morning at 1100 Col M turned over DCMA to the new Col M. From where I sat at the change of command I had a good view of the swimming pool. CPT C and a 1LT friend of hers were laying out in bikinis right in front of me. Afterwards I went and tried to talk with them, asking CPT C if she had validated her inventory sheet. She told me to get lost. Later BMC (ret) asked if he could take their picture and they told him to pack sand. But the scenery at the change of command was talked about all day.
At 1300 my promotion ceremony was held in the ambassador’s conference room. Col S and I talked a while about philosophy of life and plans for the future then went in, published the orders and he pinned on my LT bars. He said kind words about each person’s obligation to give something back to their country. I thanked everyone for coming then cut a cake that LT B. arranged to have brought in. Very nice. Fat checks are headed my way.