The wedding season has BEGUN!

This morning the plan was to finish packing, clean up the house, and hit the road. Instead...(because travel can never be that easy)...I lounged around and read some blogs, I played with Sweet Pea, then decided to move my ass in the right direction.

It didn't really matter. Mr. Wookie got hung up at work despite having leave authorized for a half day. Uncle Sam gets what he needs. Always.

This weekend has taken us North in California to the bustling village of Monterey, California, where Naval Postgraduate School is located. It's. freakin'. adorable. here.

I love it. And I've been here less than 4 hours.

Mr. Wookie could come here possibly after his second sea tour, but that would be making the decision to "career it" in the Navy vs. hang up the flight suit and work in the real world. That's his decision to make when that time comes. I wouldn't complain at all.

And you may be thinking, "Where's my sweet English bulldog??"

Gulp. Puppy hotel. My first. And a slightly emotional experience. We were recommended a great place that also had the resources to put her in her own private yard (a yard!) since she's not dog friendly. She was all wags on the car ride, but once there you could sense the jig was up. What the fuck, woman? What did I do to deserve this? Nothing my dear girl. We'll be back Monday to get your slobbering self and have you back home. Trust us. You can't get rid of us that easy. We sought you out...we're keeping your cute ass.

After dropping her off and coming home, it confirmed that I don't like the quiet house anymore. I love the squeaker ball noise, the ferocious barks when the gardeners are outside (really dog? We live a floor up.), her ability to sleep through doorbells, and avid crop-dusting through the house.

Yes, her anti-dog behavior can be a massive pain in the ass. But we're giving her the best home she could ever imagine. Plus she's a cute ass piece of shit. Cute I tell ya!

So now I'm lounging in the BOQ (Bachelor Officer Quarters) at NPS watching Dual Survival. Where's Mr. Wookie? At the Bachelor Party. Yup. I was ditched for dinner and drinks. Yup. I'm on base. Yup. I can't leave. Yup. I got take-out from the small semi-Officer's Club that's attached to the BOQ. Yup. I'm having a beer now (I pack for trips with hydration in mind). Yup, the pizza was meh but the "side salad" was fantastic. It was huge and cheap. That's what she said. Just the way I like it.

We were really set up this time at the BOQ. The groom blocked out some sweet suites that we'll be housing this weekend. We're a 30-yard "stumble" from the Reception site (awesome), we're on the end of the floor, and we have a great kitchen to make breakfast the next morning (I packed soy-gurt, cereal, and fruit for my first breakfast of the day. My second breakfast will come when Mr. Wookie rises later.).

And thank goodness I didn't pack a bottle opener. Because I would have never found these three openers in the drawer. I don't know whether to be proud of this place or worried? I'm going with proud. For now. The Navy does know how to get things done.


That and so do I. I'll be setting out ibuprofen and a glass of water on Mr. Wookie's nightstand should festivities get a little out of hand tonight.