I work the graveyard shift; have done so for about 22 years. The other night, I was talking with a co worker about what to do on Friday night when odds are, you've already spent most of the daylight and some of the evening asleep. My co worker who is younger and not a Vet suggested going to a bar.
I answered back how I really wasn't a bar hopper, don't go to bars unless it's a contact point......and then I realized that I really have not gone to a bar for fun, at least by myself (or as myself in a group and not a tag along), since I was a newly commissioned ensign.
Is it that we get older? Perhaps but as I look back, it seems that my bar hopping rapidly disappeared once I was assigned to sea duty. Why?
Because then, "bar hopping" became more of a ritual, even a protocol to follow. Hail and Farewells, Changing of the Bull, the Captain's Happy Hour.
Once I was off sea duty, I can't remember going to a bar except for perhaps count them on two hands times......over the past quarter century.
I answered back how I really wasn't a bar hopper, don't go to bars unless it's a contact point......and then I realized that I really have not gone to a bar for fun, at least by myself (or as myself in a group and not a tag along), since I was a newly commissioned ensign.
Is it that we get older? Perhaps but as I look back, it seems that my bar hopping rapidly disappeared once I was assigned to sea duty. Why?
Because then, "bar hopping" became more of a ritual, even a protocol to follow. Hail and Farewells, Changing of the Bull, the Captain's Happy Hour.
Once I was off sea duty, I can't remember going to a bar except for perhaps count them on two hands times......over the past quarter century.
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