And, finally. We got our pictures from the Marine Corp Ball. Mark was smashing in his Clooney tux. And I pulled off lacy get-up that didn't completely chafe my arms, thanks to Amy B. who advised doing pushups prior to leaving. Well, that and the fact I needed my arms away from my sides to balance on those CFM shoes. They were totally worth it. Lastly, thank you to Aminah for the creation around my neck! It lured people in like a trap, forcing them to talk to me!
The night was off to a slow start, what with being ditched by our taxi. But just like in high school, we clown-carred 5 people + driver downtown to the hotel. Somehow drawing the short stick, I sat on Mark's lap, hugging the passenger seat, smelling the aftershave of his boss's boss as my head was snugly pinned between the head rest and roof. It was just like high school.
Into the ballroom, we were treated to a plethora of Marine Corp speeches and a cake cutting ceremony that put ours to shame when we married. Then dinner, drinks, dancing, repeat. It was a damn fine time.
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