
No one really sees me dressed up really good, but everyone likes to either say they know I would look so good, or that I could never look good. Well, when you are told that you can dress up instead of wear a uniform, shit, I will dress up. And did I shock some people in my unit when they saw me. They didn't see the soldier that usually had a gallon of sand down her pants from the planes propellers blowing it up on landing, no parachute in my hands, and no windburn on my face. I skipped airborne operations that day and managed to stay clean pushing papers instead (rare thing on drill weekends with my old reserve unit). My NCOIC paid for me to actually get my hair done so that I didn't have to try to figure out what to do with it at home. I had another NCO that I had to keep smacking his hands away cause he couldn't keep 'em to himself during the dancing part of the night. And had to keep my head down after I got a picture of the 1SG doing the electric slide. All in all, it turned out to be a good night, and no one questioned why a bunch of us looked hung over (even when they knew a bunch of us didn't drink, it was lack of sleep).

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