G5

I think Duke’s post tonight isn’t going to be a very long one. We’re both in a bad mood
because Miami is going to win, but he’s taking it worse than I am, so I think I’m going to
have to carry the team tonight. I’ll see how long I can make this.

Duke and I had to drive to another part of the base today to get ID cards for ourselves.
The drive itself wasn’t interesting enough to merit mention in the blog, but the directions
we were given were. The lady who was telling us how to get to the ID office mentioned
at least twenty other buildings or landmarks we could use to find our way. And she told
us to turn left even when she meant right. By the time she was done (it probably took
about 3 minutes for her to tell us how to get there), I was actually just standing there
laughing. It’s a good thing she also wrote the directions down for us,* because I couldn’t
pay attention to the last half of what she said. Remarkably, we didn’t get lost (despite
Duke’s terrible navigation skills), but the office was closed by the time we got there.

*She filled up a sticky note with writing so small I couldn’t read it. Just to tell us how to
get somewhere less than two miles away.

After work, we went to the gym on the base. We get in for free, which is awesome
because we thought we were going to have to pay a gym membership somewhere. The
gym is in an old hangar, which is really cool. Or It would be really cool if it was air
conditioned. It’s kinda hard to do much when it’s 92 degrees in the gym. We ended up
spending about two hours there, which was Duke’s fault.** He was trying to play pick
up basketball, but he spent most of the time sitting there watching other people play. He
was probably only playing for a quarter of the time we were there. So I had to entertain
myself for a while until he decided he was ready to go.

**You may notice how nothing that goes wrong is ever my fault. I can’t help it. He’s the
one that’s always messing things up, and I have to deal with the consequences.

Duke tried to make Kraft Mac and Cheese for dinner tonight, but somehow he did it
wrong. I don’t even know how that’s possible. The best part was that he defended himself
with “Hey, I don’t know how to cook,” as if preparing macaroni and cheese out of a box
with cheese powder in it was actually cooking. Bonus quote: “You’re going to talk about
that in the blog, aren’t you?” Yep. You can’t screw up Kraft Mac and Cheese without
being publicly ridiculed.