...see WICKED!

There is a time for good and evil; and we are going to have a good time seeing it all play out on the stage. On this 4th of July, James and I are going to NY to see the musical, WICKED on Broadway. I'm so excited! Thanks to so fast fingers, I was able to win tickets on eBay. Yea! So, we're off to the Big Apple in a week. We'll ride Amtrak and walk to the show. We may even see a few sights before show time. Who knows what all we'll see. Maybe we'll even see some fireworks. I'm hoping we can stop by Tiffany's on 5th Avenue. James is interested in the jewelry from a jeweler's perspective. Me? What can I say that Holly Golightly hasn't already?! I am a girl!

...follow up.

Here is a photo follow-up from our visit. A friend helped me find the picture at the Commandant's photo gallery: http://192.156.19.109/cmc/photos/index.html.

...hobnob!

None of the 28 seasons listed in the Bible seemed to fit for my first blog. How ironic! So, here's a brand new season: A time to hobnob.

James and I went to "8th and I" last Friday with the other Charlie Company lieutenants from TBS (The Basic School, USMC). It was really fun. We got to see the sunset parade. This included the United States Marine Band, The United States Marine Drum and Bugle Corps, the Marine Corps Silent Drill Platoon, and Sgt. Chesty XII, the official mascot of Marine Barracks Washington. Who doesn't love Chesty?!

I have to say the highlight of the evening was before the parade. We were honored to attend the garden party and meet the Commandant of the Marine Corps. Okay, so we briefly shook hands with Commandant Conway and his wife in a receiveing line. This was not true hobnobbing--just as close as we've ever been to hobnobbing with the rich and famous. However, my impression of the two is that they are very gracious and sincere. Mrs. Conway invited us to tour the residence. It is so beautiful! I loved all the family pictures scattered around. At one point we noticed a cell phone plugged in and charging. It reminded me that we were walking through their house--that they were willing to share part of their lives with us. It truly was an honor to be their guests.