I left off with us arriving in New Orleans. We were pumped to be spending time in NOLA - which is our absolute favorite place in all of the United States. I won't try to be humorous by pointing out the connection between our affinity for certain places and the amount of alcohol encouraged to drink in them.
So we check into our hotel (I highly recommend Hyatt Place near the convention center) and make our way upstairs. I shit you not, as soon as we had put our bags down in the room, Greg's phone rang. It was a number neither of us recognized, so Greg cautiously answered the phone.
There was a lot of "mhhmm" and "okay" and "absolutely" coming from Greg, and a lot of involuntary bodily functions coming from me as I waited, completely freaking out about what was going on.
He finally took a pause and whispered "I HAVE A BOARD DATE FOR OCS". Which is when I fainted, because WHAT-THE-ACTUAL-TRUCK. I then said, "Are they sure?" about forty times until Greg finally asked for clarification himself. He thanked the nameless person and hung up the phone. They were sure. They just didn't know when, yet, but to expect a call sometime next week.
So, like most of our serious life situations, our reaction was to head out on the town and grab some drinks. Since we were in New Orleans, it was also prime time to stuff our face with Gator Balls. If you think I laughed while typing that, you would be correct.
I would also like to point out how well we were dressed. And by we I mean my husband. I mean, just look at that crisp, freshly ironed shirt. Honestly, at that point, it was the LAST thing on our mind. #roadtripproblems
After a night of debauchery, lots of delicious fried things, and an awesome night's sleep, we packed up the car and continued on our road trip. We got to see all of our favorite people - who just so happened to be compromised of about 95% military family. Beware, picture overload below:
Dutch was pretty happy to be out of the car at this point...
The week before the board, Greg was getting a little nervous, understandably. He was busy training in the gym, working during the day, and running to the recruitment station pretty much every day for paperwork. Finally, it was the Thursday before the board, and Greg planned on studying up all weekend to prepare himself for Monday.
You know how they say, "You make plans and God laughs?". Well, they really meant to say, "You make plans and the Army laughs". Greg got a phone call at 3pm on Thursday letting him know his board had been moved to TOMORROW. He had to be at the recruitment station ready to go at 0500.
Thus began a frenzy of dry cleaning, hair cutting, shaving, and more undergarment changes for myself thanks to all of the excitement. We went over all of the questions we could possibly find that are typically asked at a board of this type.
At 9:32am, I got the text.
And that, my friends, is a happy ending to this long tale.