Okay, so I'll spare you all of the details of the Passion Party last night except to say that it was a total blast. My cousin put on a great party. She was even clever enough to include men (spouses) in the mix. It was a riot, watching those guys earnestly ask questions about the toys, turn them on and off, taste all the "edible" potions, etc. It was just wonderful!
Afterward a lot of us headed downtown to Fourth Street Live for a little dancing. I was flying solo for the evening so one of the couples (basically my cousins-in-law) adopted me so I wouldn't end up walking to the parking garage alone later. They are awesome people! After hanging out at the dance clubs for a couple of hours, they suggested heading over to Howl at the Moon. What a fun place! I'm still hoarse from all the sing/shout alongs!
While we were there, we made some new friends at the table next to us -- as fate would have it they were two military couples from Fort Campell; the post from which my Dad retired as a "Screaming Eagle" in 1978! I went to Junior High in Clarksville, TN not far from the post.
The best part of getting to know them was hearing about how one of the couples met. She is an Army Reservist who was working on water sanitation in the most Northern part of Iraq; he was there as part of the active duty Army. Now, they're married with a son. She's still Reserve and, contrary to popular belief, she's only serving on weekends as planned. He's going to Recruiting School in six weeks and, believe me, he'll do well in recruiting.
None of them had heard about Protest Warrior, so I explained what we do. Both of the guys busted up laughing and high-fived me. They love it. The guy going off to recruiting school said his Dad, like so many other soldiers, had been spit on when he returned from Vietnam; he was jazzed to know there are people like us who very publicly stand down the pacifist freakshow. No one did that for our Dads during Vietnam.
I wish we had had a quieter venue to chat because there was so much I wanted to ask them about Iraq. Needless to say they don't call the place "Howl at the Moon" for no reason -- the music and sing-alongs are non-stop. Fun place! It was awesome fun meeting the two couples from Ft. Campbell. I treasure the big hugs we exchanged as I was leaving. Our country is in such great hands!
PS: For any pacifist parasites who may stumble onto my blog, here's a little factoid for you...
Fort Campbell soldiers have supported humanitarian relief efforts in Rwanda and Somalia, then later supplied peacekeepers to Haiti and Bosnia. Our warriors are knights in shining armor to many, many people on this planet.
Afterward a lot of us headed downtown to Fourth Street Live for a little dancing. I was flying solo for the evening so one of the couples (basically my cousins-in-law) adopted me so I wouldn't end up walking to the parking garage alone later. They are awesome people! After hanging out at the dance clubs for a couple of hours, they suggested heading over to Howl at the Moon. What a fun place! I'm still hoarse from all the sing/shout alongs!
While we were there, we made some new friends at the table next to us -- as fate would have it they were two military couples from Fort Campell; the post from which my Dad retired as a "Screaming Eagle" in 1978! I went to Junior High in Clarksville, TN not far from the post.
The best part of getting to know them was hearing about how one of the couples met. She is an Army Reservist who was working on water sanitation in the most Northern part of Iraq; he was there as part of the active duty Army. Now, they're married with a son. She's still Reserve and, contrary to popular belief, she's only serving on weekends as planned. He's going to Recruiting School in six weeks and, believe me, he'll do well in recruiting.
None of them had heard about Protest Warrior, so I explained what we do. Both of the guys busted up laughing and high-fived me. They love it. The guy going off to recruiting school said his Dad, like so many other soldiers, had been spit on when he returned from Vietnam; he was jazzed to know there are people like us who very publicly stand down the pacifist freakshow. No one did that for our Dads during Vietnam.
I wish we had had a quieter venue to chat because there was so much I wanted to ask them about Iraq. Needless to say they don't call the place "Howl at the Moon" for no reason -- the music and sing-alongs are non-stop. Fun place! It was awesome fun meeting the two couples from Ft. Campbell. I treasure the big hugs we exchanged as I was leaving. Our country is in such great hands!
PS: For any pacifist parasites who may stumble onto my blog, here's a little factoid for you...
Fort Campbell soldiers have supported humanitarian relief efforts in Rwanda and Somalia, then later supplied peacekeepers to Haiti and Bosnia. Our warriors are knights in shining armor to many, many people on this planet.
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