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Just A Small Get-Together

July 15th, 2008 by Casey

Oops, I forgot to assign the correct author on this. This is Casey’s story, not mine. Corrected now.

You know it’s a good party when everyone shows up to work the next day and nobody except the base commander really knows what happened.

This was one of those times.

The Air Force had determined my Dad had spent enough time at Misawa AFB, Japan, and gave orders for him and our family to return stateside. As usual, there was the attached, unspoken order that my father would throw a party for everyone he served with on base.

Turns out that this was quite a few people.

So the night of the party comes around, and people start showing up.

And then more people.

And then even MORE people.

At 11pm, the party began running low on beer, so people started raiding the liquor cabinets. By midnight, that was all gone as well.

But the party wasn’t over, as nobody wanted to go home. So someone suggested they find more alcohol. But who would accept a bunch of drunks at 1am into their home?

Luckily, as the drunks were piling into their cars, my older brother, who was fifteen at the time, was able to kick them out of the driver’s seat and take over. So a bunch of drunks, doing 25mph make it from one side of the base to the other side where the officers lived. Then everyone unloads, and staggers up to the lawn of one house, sitting off by itself.

They begin to sing the little white mouse song. Those that still had beers in their hands rattled and tapped them accordingly.

After they were done, the front porch light comes on, and out steps a man. An older man. A man whom I remember my father once introducing as THE Base Colonel.

He stares everyone down, sweeping from left to right and back at the faces being presented to him.

He then smiles, and invites them all in for shots.

After another hour of doing shots with the highest ranking officer on base, it was determined that the XO should join in on the fun.

So they stagger through the woods behind the base colonel’s home, by this point us kids are holding the majority of the party goers up simply so they can walk, and arrive at the front porch of the XO. They begin singing the little white mouse. The XO steps out side, and is about to berate everyone, when he sees the Colonel.

He then invites everyone in, reluctantly.

After almost knocking over their fish tank, and several book shelves, it was determined that it was time to call it a night, and everyone loaded up back into their cars and went home.

The next day, my Dad asked us what happened. He didn’t believe us when we told him.
In fact, he didn’t believe us until the XO asked him to never, ever bring drunk people to serenade his house at 3am again.

Ever.

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6 Responses to “Just A Small Get-Together”

  1. Arcanum Says:

    Whatever faults he may or may not have had, the Colonel is a fine and wonderful man for this story alone. Cheers to him and his sense of humor!

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  2. Stickfodder Says:

    that’s why you should only stock enough alcohol and liquor for you and two or three friends.

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  3. paula Says:

    alternatively, this is probably why my own father and his buddies always seemed to hold grownups-only cookouts out in the woods somewhere, for their farewell parties!

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  4. Donny Says:

    that story was amusing as hell

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  5. Air farce dude Says:

    One question though. What happened to the people like that in the Air Force, and why did you old timers ruin it for us young bucks?

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  6. Casey Says:

    Oh, I forgot to mention:

    The XO’s wife was one of my older brothers teachers.
    Not only was my brother embarrassed, but it made for an interesting parent teacher conference later.

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