Ft. Lauderdale continued Department: Rx Author: Mike Era: 1989 Date: 04/11/05 So, by this time we are hammered and decide to leave the Blue Parrot. We head outside and there is a group of girls waiting to go in. Sean, Mr. Smooth, says to them "How are you large ladies this evening?" We were busting up -- even the girls thought it was funny. We start walking down the "strip" and see a few people at this outdoor bar at this hotel and decide to stop for a couple. We get to talking to the bartender and find out he is English. Well, our friend Sean grew up in England so they were practically cousins. We start drinking kamikazes and more kamikazes and finally decide to leave. We want to throw darts so the bartender tells us where to go and we are off. We cab it to the darts place and order a round of beers. We start throwing darts and Sean decides he needs water. The waitress brings him a glass of water and he promptly spills it. She brings him another and he spills that. He orders another water and the waitress says, "No. You are cut off from water. I will bring you another beer, though." I told Sean I have never seen anyone cut off from drinking water. After a couple more kamikazes, we are heading back to the Blue Parrot.

More Ft. Lauderdale Department: Rx Author: Mike Era: 1989 Date: 04/11/05 We get back to the Blue Parrot somehow and we are feeling no pain. We grab a table and the waitress comes over. Sean puts his arm around her and says, "I'll have a kamikaze, he'll have a kamikaze and he'll have a kamikaze...". The waitress moves back and says, "You don't have to touch me." Sean says, "I know I don't have to...but can I?" The waitress says, "No, you can't...and I'm not serving you any more drinks. She turns to Kenn, "What do you want?" "I'll have three kamikazes." She storms off but brings us the drinks. So we are drunk as we can be but decide more alcohol is a good idea. After another round of kamikazes and beers we start talking with these two older women at the next table. Kenn and I are talking football with one of them, and Sean is slinging bullshit at the other one. I hear Sean say, "Taking me home is the best thing that could ever happen to you." The woman looks at him for a second and says, "I don't think so, little boy." Kenn and I are laughing our ass off at Sean and high fiving the woman. Sean just sat there in disbelief.

Ft. Lauderdale Department: Rx Author: Mike Era: 1989 Date: 04/11/05 It is finally closing time and we are fucked up. Sean and I have duty the next day and decide maybe it would be a good idea if we got some sleep. We get to fleet landing and find out that boating has been secured. Great...what do we do now. We wander down this road by fleet landing and see this huge pile of dirt. It is cold as hell out, but we figure if we sleep next to this dirt, it will cut the wind and keep us warm. We all spread out for a good night's sleep and Sean is asleep in about a minute. After about 5 minutes, Kenn and I say "fuck this" and decide to leave. We try to wake Sean but there is no way. We figure we will come back and get him later. After walking a bit, we run into some more Reactor squids and we all decide to go get some breakfast...at least we will keep warm. After we eat, Kenn and I head back to the dirt pile and Sean is gone. Oh shit...

More fun in Ft. Lauderdale Department: Rx Author: Mike Era: 1989 Date: 04/11/05 We run back to fleet landing hoping we will find Sean, but he isn't there. The boats are finally running and since I have duty, I go back to Ike. Back in berthing, I'm about ready to hit the rack and I hear Sean's voice. I go out to talk to him and ask him what happened to him. He said he woke up and saw that we were gone, and decided to walk back to fleet landing. The only problem was, he was headed the wrong way. Apparently, some guy saw him staggering down the street and gave him a lift back. He had walked about three miles the wrong direction. After quarters, Sean has first watch on Feed Control and I am off watch. I get a few hours of sleep and then head to the plant to stand RAW. I see that Sean isn't at Feed Control but Jim Trotter is. I ask him what happened to Sean? Trotter tells me, "Sean was so sick he could hardly stand up. He called back to berthing and offered me forty bucks to stand this watch and forty for his next watch. I have never seen anyone that shade of green before." How many of us have done the same thing and then said, "Never again!"??

Toulon TV Department: Rx Author: Mike Greaney Era: 1988 Date: 04/11/05 No, not a television, but a sweet transvestite. After walking around Toulon all day, a group of us see this Ol' black dude carring a guitar. We asked him where we could catch some good music and beer. He tell us the name and gives us directions. So of the group of us go. It was near dusk as we are walking up the street to the bar and we arrive at an intersection that was a "V" . If you went to the left, up the street you went to the bar, if you went to the right, you went to a bank of payphones on another street. ( I'm getting there) On the opposite side of the street going to the bar is this girl in a sundress. As car are coming to the intersection, she is lifting up her skirt and yelling something in French. ( it should have been a hint to us that no one was stopping) We continued on our way, however one of our group kept glancing back at the girl on the corner. To be continued......

Toulon TV Department: Rx Author: Michael Greaney Era: 1988 Date: 04/11/05 We get to the bar and find out it is a communist party hangout. Not much of a bar either, just some refrigerators in a room. The music was cool and most of the patrons were surprised to see squids so it turned out O.k. After a few beers, Jay Bolton asks me to go with him down to the pay phones so he can call his wife. ( we traveled in pairs) I agreed and went down and sat on a bench were I had a good view of the phones and the girl on the other side of the street. About five minutes later I see Scott ( No last name) walking down the street looking around nervously. He approaches the girl, they chat and away up the alley they go. The next thing you know I see Scott running down the alley trying to tuck in his shirt and zip his pants.

Toulon TV Department: Rx Author: Michael Greaney Era: 1988 Date: 04/11/05 Seeing me, Scott looks behind him to see the girl coming out from the alley and straightening her skirt. He comes over to me as she is on the other side of street yelling at him in French. I asked what was up with her. He tells me that they negotiated a BJ for 30 Francs so he went up there and as she's blowing him she stops and bends over and points to her ass. Scott gives her the thumbs up. She lifts up her skirt and her jewels come dangling down. I asked Scott what he did then and his reply was " I kicked her in the ass and ran" No sooner than he finishes telling me the story then Jay gets off the phone and wants to know what's up. I looked at Scott and he looked at me and said " Please tell me you won't tell another soul about this while I'm on IKE" So I swore. I never did tell anyone while he was on there.

Grain Punch Department: Rx Author: Charlie Era: 1983 Date: 04/13/05 Just before the 83 Med Cruise, we Noodles decided to throw a kegger at our house in Va Beach. Since I was Rx Dept Welfare and Rec PO at the time (this was when Sal the Pal was away recovering from the broken leg he received during one of our football keggers), I used some funds and invited all the Nukes over. When we went to Oceana to pick up the keg, we decided to get some Everclear and Hawaiian Punch. We started hitting that stuff about noon, so by the time everyone started showing up, we were all pretty hammered. I remember the house and yard were full of people, but the neighbors were all airdales stationed at Oceana, so they didn't seem to mind. One of the last things I remembered was seeing a bunch of folks I didn't know and then I woke up halfway in the bathroom and halfway in the hall that morning. We had to get to the Ike really fast for quarters, so it wasn't until we got home that afternoon when we discovered our keg and tub were gone. Needless to say, we lost our deposit.

Wine Department: Rx Author: Charlie Era: 1982 Date: 04/13/05 I just read an article in the paper today titled "Wine 101". It went into great detail about the proper wine for certain food, occasions, etc. We were always happy to have Wild Irish Rose, Mad Dog, Boone's Farm, or the local Italian bathtub version. I remember getting fancy once and buying a bunch of Asti Spumante. We shot the corks out the train windows on the way to Sorrento. Talk about the Ugly American in action!

Fun with hotel rooms Department: Rx Author: Peter Era: 1982 Date: 04/13/05 Everytime we stayed at hotels on liberty - we would pack em at least 6 people to a room - (frequently more). Two or three would get a room - but as the night wore on, others would show up. By the time everyone passed out, there would be 6-10 guys in the room. - It's not as if these hotels were expensive (I think I paid $3.00 a night in Alexandria) - people were either too lazy to check in themselves - or just didn't want to miss the party. I think it was in Italy - the Noodles had filled a hotel room to overflowing... One of them got exiled to sleep on the porch. Early the next morning (11:00) the poor bastard was awoken by being pelted with chalk. Turns out the hotel was across the street from a school. - and remember how narrow the streets were in Europe - so here was this drunken, hungover, snoring sailor with his ass hanging out of his underwear - a mere 15 feet from the open windows of the school room. Every time the teacher turned around, the students would rain peices of chalk down on him.