After some thought, I'm changing my answer for #4. Can't believe I didn't think of this when I was typing my original response.
4. The absolute BEST party I ever went to, was when I met my wife. It was September 18, 1993. The Tomcat Ball at the Marriott Marquis in San Diego, CA. It was a blind date.
The Tomcat Ball was an annual formal event for all the Pacific F-14 squadrons. My original date cancelled the week before (long story), and I was planning on going stag. The week before, I was sitting at the O Club bar with another guy in my squadron, and he asked me who I was taking. I randomly replied "Nobody, why? Does your wife have any friends who want to go?" Next thing I know, I have a date and the rest is history.
The photo below was taken about 40 minutes after we met. It was one of those Prom kind of deals where you walk into the party and a photographer is at the front entrance taking everybody's picture. Alli and I both thought it was kinda weird to be posing since we barely knew each other, but we said "what the heck...." I'm so glad we did. She was a broke grad student, waitressing at night and looking for a free meal. She borrowed the dress from my buddy's wife. I wasn't looking for a serious relationship either, but fate had other ideas.
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