#milball

[shadowravenswing]

Got to spend a lovely afternoon at another Mil Ball with my special someone. I do say so myself we dress to impress! #milball #fortirwin #ironhorse (at The Queen Mary) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwqp0oPgMjx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17kwz4xgnboha

[rosetuxedos]

Serving the ones that serve us. Thank you all. #malitaryball #milball (at Rose Tuxedo)

[onlysmilesontheoutside]

i don’t think anyone has what we have. i don’t think anyone even knows me like you do. (except maybe Jackie 😉) you’ve always had my back, and i’ll always have yours. thank you for unconditionally loving me for the past 20 years 💛

p.s. you sure did a great job showing me off at mil ball…& i guess you looked pretty good too

[jrotcjourney]

Pro Tip: When looking at buying a Military Ball dress, consider buying a dress that you will wear for multiple occasions. [Pictured left - Military Ball (April 2016); right - Black Tie Wedding (August 2016)] These things can get expensive, some going up well over $150, so get your bang for your buck with a dress that you can wear again and again. -C/SSGT J. Pasette

[jrotcjourney]

You know your instructor is cool when they bop along with the kids at MilBall.

[jrotcjourney]

[Military Ball 2016. The Waterford Springfield, VA on April 15th, 2016.] Me with my escort going to our multi-service FCPS Military Ball. Overall the experience was okay, but I don't think that it's my kind of event. I don't dance, my feet hurt so bad by the end of the night, and I wasn't a big fan of the kind of music the DJ was playing. I don't like dressing up or anything. It was weird Overall, a 6.5/10. I would have rather been in Drill competition inspection than in that ballroom at certain points. It was fine though; I'd go back for the food. -C/Cpl Julia Pasette

[jrotcjourney]

I'm not excited for MilBall.

My mom arranged my Military Ball date for me without asking me. Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me. She went to the boy’s house, met with the parents, and they are now forcing me and this boy to go together.

We aren’t even friends. We’ve known each other since kindergarten, but that means nothing. I hate this person. I already have to go out of my comfort zone and wear a dress and heels - girls aren’t supposed to wear their uniforms unless they have extreme or religious opposition - and go to the damn ball. I’m a wallflower. I don’t belong there.

This is going to be awful. I hate my intrusive mother who ruined this for me. That’s not an understatement. I don’t even want to go anymore, but now I can’t back out because we already paid and it was expensive for my family.

It's worse because I'm not... straight, and my mom doesn't know that. So I really don't want to take a boy to the Ball. If it was my choice, it'd probably be a girl, honestly - but no. It doesn't matter what I want. My happiness is apparently unimportant; the pictures for Facebook are what matter to her.

Sigh. And there was my rant.

-C/Cpl J. Pasette

[yvngboba-blog]

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