Where is YodaMan?
What is he up to?
Why, he's at PSD, going through the six freaking hour process to check out.
I danced this morning. Danced in my skivvies and tried not to hoot with pleasure and glee. Let's call it a tribute to the Nimitz, akin to me sticking my bare-ass feet on the dashboard as I left Bahrain, soles on display to the whole effing country for tear gassing me, bombing the front gate, threatening me with their laws because I didn't even have the decency of being a Christian, and (though I didn't know it yet) photocopying my passport just in case I wasn't married.
I have as much loathing for the Nimitz as I did for Bahrain, only I actually enjoyed parts of Bahrain. There's been absolutely nothing redeeming about Nimitz. Meeting a few awesomesauce people (whose significant others' are on the Nimitz) was quite coolio, but I won't give the credit for the introduction to that ass-smelling tin can floating off the Coronado coast.
If we didn't have this IA hanging over us in just three weeks, I think I'd be ecstatic right now. As it is, I'm just bracing for impact. The next seven months will suck like nothing has sucked before. And the worst of it is that YodaMan will probably end up on another deploying ship after Monterey. We'll see if I manage to smile and nod when the time comes or if I end up throwing every item of YodaMan's in the yard and telling him not to come back until he's dropped his letter.
Because as wonderful as today is, as much a relief as it is to be rid of the pox that is the Nimitz, nothing will be as sweet as the day his letter is winging its way to Congress, gifting us with sweet, sweet freedom in T-one year and counting....
The long one about failure.
6 days ago