My Hooch

I know I promised this in my first post, but I actually forgot until my son asked to see my bed. It's not much to look at, but it's home for the next several months.


(My tent among many others. Notice the sign beside my head? They need one on the tent next door that seems to be a coed party every night. Not allowed, by the way!)


(Rows of bunks. At least we have walls between us. The large tube down the middle is the air conditioner duct.)


(My little slice of "heaven." My son has helped to decorate the wall. Thank you Aiden.)

I hope you enjoyed the brief tour of my "crib". You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.

Marty

Toby Keith

Tonight was the much-hyped Toby Keith appearance. Admittedly, I was excited for this rare opportunity to see a big star in such a small venue.

We arrived a little early. But the cantina anticipated an early crowd and opened the bar for the 3-beer-limit libations. We got our seats and just hung out discussing the events of the day, etc. Then a few minutes before the concert was to begin, a loud-mouthed jarhead came over to me and "asked" me to move. No other directions or location, just "please move, sir." I repeatedly denied his request and asked him whose idea this was and where should I move in the already packed venue. He said he didn't know where; Gunny said that these seats were reserved and I needed to move. (Note: There were no signs or other indication the seats or any seats were reserved other than someone telling people, seemingly at random, to move) After repeated requests to see his Gunny, he finally appeared and quickly found me a seat (until that time, "reserved") just one row back. I was upset at his underling's rudeness, but enjoyed the concert nonetheless.


(An acoustic performance. One of the best performances I've seen!)

Afterwards, I approached the Gunny and declared my ire about the situation. He apologized for the young man's handling of the situation and promised to make it up to me sometime. I didn't realize he meant tonight.

Everyone was standing around waiting for Toby Keith to come back out to the cantina from the backroom where one of our PA writers was conducting an interview. My boss and I were standing near the door waiting to see how the interview went. Then Gunny came up to me and said, "Come with me, sir." He whisked me back to the room where I got to meet Toby and get a picture with him.


(This is my new favorite Gunny, Oorah!)

It bears repeating; Oorah!

Marty