We went to zero Navy balls because the uniform store had no pants in the correct size either time Chris looked. No pants = no balls. And that is balls, plural, because the San Diego ball was the night before we left and the Pensacola ball was the Saturday after we arrived. I think I’ve only been to one Navy Ball since we got married. Le SIGH.
Saturday morning we tried to go to the beach and got rained on. Oh RIGHT! THIS is the Pensacola we’re familiar with!