Guess Who's Back?

Back to the blog world. I decided to check up on Ted, and I see that he has been continuing his blog with some regularity. I'll try to keep pace.

I've been in Charleston for near 3 months now. It's nice here. The "Low Country," as they call it, has a little bit of it all. The beach, the harbor, the food, the nightlife, the history. That's why it's a huge tourist destination. Sailors have a bad rep down here, just like we have a bad rep in foreign countries. Get enough young guys with a lot of money and the prospect of drinking a lot, then havoc will be wrecked.

I'm 21 now. It's nice to be able to have a drink with dinner or go out without having the shame of being underage. I don't think I like clubs. I mean, it's nice to be able to go out and hear some good tunes while dancing with the beautiful ladies of the southeast (still no comparison to the ladies of Texas). But a lot of times I really just feel like going into one of Charleston's many wine and cheese places like Social and having a relaxing evening down by the water. There is a place called the Charlestowne Tobacco & Wine, which if you know me, you know that it fits my style just nicely. What seems like a small cigar selection has more than meets the eye. Had a really good Rocky Patel the other night. The wine room, adjacent to the entrance, is wall to wall with wines. I'll have to inspect their collection, but I have few doubts that they have a good selection. Complete with couches and a small patio, smoking and sipping is not only allowed but encouraged. Now to find people to join me.

The Navy has been nice. I enjoy it. It's a tough lifestyle at times, but it's also nice to realize I made that sacrifice to serve my country. There are some assholes in the Navy, and some good people. Finding the ones to stick to is essential for private life. As far as work, ONE TEAM ONE FIGHT always comes to mind when you want to punch your boss.

Ted: I've been meaning to catch up with you, but our time differences make it difficult. That, and the fact that I am not authorized to have any electronics in the Rickover Center (where I spend about 85% of my time during the week). But if it's any consolation, I have downloaded almost every single song you put on your blog the past few weeks.

The best sports drink of all time:

THE LEBOMB JAMES

1. Pour splenda packets on your hands, as much as you think will do.
2. Pour a shot of crown and pour a can of redbull into a glass.
3. Drop the crown into the redbull.
4. Chug.
5. Throw the splenda into the air (like Lebron does in his pregame ritual) and clap your hands a few times.


Cheers.