High Heels and Marines

So, this last weekend was the USMC Birthday Ball. Let me start by saying, I don't do formal. Ever. The only comforting thought of having to wriggle into a floor length formal while wearing three inch heels was that J-, in his full dress uniform, would be a lot more uncomfortable than me. And he was. This makes me smile a little. But then, I'm a little evil.

All in all it was a nice ceremony. Cake was cut with a sword, military wives waxed eloquent about men in uniforms, a few guys hinted at an evening of rowdiness. I felt hopelessly awkward, not knowing anyone, tottering about in a dress that was a little too nice for a schlub like me. But it was all worth it to be there in that moment holding the hand of a guy that holds my heart.