Angie, a
few party reviews for the Scuttlebutt.
Lt.Cmdr.
Wayne aka 'Duty Doc'2'
CUDDLING
CRANE
Votes had
already been tallied for the best costume at last weekend's Costume Party; but
it's a sure bet there may be several write-ins to declare a 'special mention'
for an unintended guest, in a beautiful fur coat, who crashed the party and
insisted on nuzzling Captain Crane in full view of
everyone.
That's
right, the Skipper's latest sweetie is none other than a female Border Collie
puppy, courtesy of 'Lucky', who you may recall is owned by one of Crane's Navy
colleagues, Lt.Cmdr. 'Joe' Jackson.
The pup
arrived via Fur-Ball Express, noted live cargo transport specialists, as a
complete surprise to Captain Crane just minutes after the party had gotten
underway. Despite plenty of attention, she was temporarily
and
reluctantly
secured in one of the center's little used and uncarpeted
offices.
The puppy
is still nameless, and the Skipper is accepting nominations before he has to
register her with the city. Should he be unable to decide, the winning name will
be picked out of a bag by one of the NIMR staff.
Up for
grabs will be an interim dog sitter while Crane makes some kind permanent
arrangement for when he's at sea.
Rumor has it that he's already drafted his long distance Mom with the
promise of a month long stay in
MORTON
MAYHEM
Executive Officer
Chip Morton shed his immaculate image nearly causing a riot at the party as one
lady after another vied with each other to become the bare chested Roman
Gladiator's companion. Some had even begun to resort to a full frontal attack by
trying to stuff dollar bills (denominations unknown)into his leather belt in
their desire to enslave him before his personal guest, Ms. Kim 'Q' declared
firmly 'Look, but don't touch' to the other ladies and enjoyed his undivided
attention for the rest of the evening
Cashmerian,NIMR's adopted cat, originally a stowaway aboard Seaview,was
responsible in part for a soaking the patio received when Captain Crane tripped
over him, spilling an after dinner coffee on the cat, Miss Angie, and the deck.
While one cup of coffee didn't do much damage, the hot beverage not only raised
the feline's fur, but also the hackles of our Administrative Assistant who
couldn't help jerking backwards into some Champaign cooling in a bin of ice
beside the bar. Needless to say the decking got a proper libation of both the
bubbly and ice cold H2O, and Cashmerian and the Skipper found themselves in the doghouse.
In point of fact
Captain Crane was in the doghouse literally, as he took the cat to the closest
vet with emergency evening services, then remembered he
still needed supplies for his puppy, and the only pet store open was aptly
called 'The Doghouse'.
While Cashmerian's been given a clean
bill of health, Miss Angie's sweater, alas, was mortally
wounded.
CINDERELLEN?
Admiral Nelson's
personal guest, Dr. Ellen Bryce, brought a new version of the old story to the
fore when the heel of one of her 'tart's boots broke off just as he'd taken her
to the dance floor for the Tango contest. Removing both shoes, she continued the
dance in her stocking feet, batting nary an eyelash.
However,
the footloose footwear quickly disappeared when Crane's puppy escaped her prison
via a loose latch and quickly pilfered them. While Nelson and company tried to
capture the pup and stop her from enjoying an impromptu snack, Admiral Starke
took over as Dr. Bryce's companion and entertained her with a rousing rendition
of 'A Whale of a Tale'.
A
contrite Captain, who'd finally managed to lure and pull
the reluctant canine out from under a corner table, was about to return the
sodden, chewed up footwear when Admiral Nelson waylaid him and presented Ellen
with a pair of unused sneakers he'd quickly ordered brought from supply. On
bended knee, he helped her into the 'slipper's, canvas though they
were.