Oh, yes, my friends... I'm talking about the Marine Ball held here in Chengdu. Yesterday I caught y'all up with all the stuff that's been going on here recently, and today it's time to get back to our regularly scheduled program!
We folks here in Chengdu are MOST blessed, for even though our post is super-duper-small, we have Marines here, which means that we get to have a Marine Ball! Which was a couple of weeks ago. Or a few weeks ago. Or something like that.
Now, before I get to the pictures from the Marine Ball (and I will... oh, yes, I will), I have to rewind time a bit. You see, my husband wore a tux at the Marine Ball, which got us both thinking.
Thinking about how long we've known each other (a really long time).
Also, at the Marine Ball, there's a tradition where a huge, pretty cake is cut and then three people eat the first pieces. One person is the oldest Marine in the room and one person is the youngest Marine in the room.
And when they announced the date of birth of the youngest Marine in the room (who was then munching on cake), James and I looked at each other. Because the youngest Marine in the room was born the year James and I started dating.
Yes, we're OLD.
Thus, when the youngest Marine in the room was born, James and I looked exactly like this:
No lie, y'all. That's James and me in high school. He was 17 (we'll get to THAT parallel in a moment) and I was 15. This is the first picture I have from our relationship. (And YES, wearing scarves as belts was the style back then. DON'T JUDGE ME.)
Time went by.
Then we went to James' Senior Prom together.
He wore a tux:
And I wore a dress with lots of sequins and a big bow on the backside:
IT'S NOT MY FAULT. THAT WAS THE STYLE BACK THEN.
Time went by.
Then James graduated from high school:
Time went by.
Then we got engaged:
Time went by.
Then we got married. James wore a tux for the second time in his life:
Then, at the Marine Ball, James wore a tux for the THIRD time in his life. And I've been there to see all three times.
That's what happens when you fall in love basically at BIRTH.
And remember how that first picture of us was from back when James was 17 years old? Yeah, well, Matthew is now 17 years old. And he went with us. To the Ball.
Almost adult children for the win!
A few weeks before the Ball, both James and Matthew went to a local tailor to have some finery made. Because neither of them had a thing to wear. The local tailor is so talented that, I swear I'm not making this up, he took their measurements and created a suit for Matthew and a tux for James, both of which were perfect and neither of which required so much as even one single fitting. Measurements straight to perfect suits and tuxes. Unreal.
Here's Matthew being measured for his suit (and yes, the dude measuring him is the insanely talented tailor):
And then, a few weeks later, voila! Both of my guys looked amazing:
Such handsome, handsome guys.
Even though I was - no joke - wearing heels that were SUPER DUPER high (we're pretty much talking stiletto stripper heels, people, and I'm not kidding, because the dress was really long and couldn't be hemmed or it would ruin the look), Matthew is still much taller than I am:
Come to think of it, even with stiletto stripper heels (hello, creepy Google searchers! Wrong blog!) on, my husband is much taller than I am, too:
Which is just fine by me. And no, I have no pictures of the shoes. Sorry. Nobody at post saw them, I don't think, except perhaps when I was getting into and out of the car to go to the Ball. That's because my dress was super long and covered them up. I hope.
Long, long dress:
And not a single stripper heel in sight. Because I have CLASS, people. And in that picture, you can TOTALLY see the coats (and a shoe) from two Marines. Also, the American flag. Because the Marine Ball is all about Marines and America! And dancing.
Because OH HELL YES I DID, ACTUALLY, MAKE MY TEENAGED SON DANCE WITH ME. Did you doubt me even for one moment? If you did, then you don't know me at all:
I actually made that son of mine dance with me multiple times. Just like I made a 17-year-old James dance with me at Homecoming and Prom (and, of course, he danced with me at the Marine Ball, at which HE WAS WORKING, and I'm not making that up, either, but I won't whine because I just whined yesterday). Because sometimes life is very interesting like that.
Oh, wait - I haven't yet shown you how pretty the Marine Ball was! It was quite gorgeous:
The tables were quite lovely:
And the food was AMAZING. As in UH-MAY-ZEENG. There was a buffet. Of super high end American food. 'Nuff said.
Oh, and here's another fun little story about how OLD James and I were feeling that night. The afternoon of the Marine Ball (yes, Darling, I'm putting this story on the internet for the entire world to read. You're welcome!), James was literally asked if he'd fought in World War Two.
And so I said to James, "Damn, Baby! You make guys who fought in World War II look GOOD!"
(Just in case you're wondering, the answer is NO. NO, my husband did NOT fight in World War II. But all of our grandfathers did, so there's that.)
And also just in case you were wondering, yes - Matthew WAS the only one at the Ball under the age of probably 25. But he had a fabulous time, just the same, and we had to pull him away from the venue when it was time to go.
See the happy? SOMEONE got to sit at the table with the Marines and didn't have to sit with his old fogey parents!
Oh, yes, there was a lot of happy. Oh, and that's also his Dad's tie... isn't that fun?
Have I said before that having almost adult kids is a blast? Because it totally is, you guys. It makes all the younger kid chaos super duper worth it.