Splash Studio. Drinks && Art


It was time to get SERIOUS!!! My cousin K8t is quite the artist and she lives in downtown Milwaukee. They happened to be having an art festival on one of our last days in Wisconsin so of course we hit the streets and bought jewelry and a few artful things. They were even having live bands in the park and fried corn. It made for a very satisfying afternoon. She told us that she wanted to take us to one of her favorite places on the strip, a place called Splash studio, where you drink and produce art. I will immediate let you know, that my family and I are not the artists of modern-day or any day. We decided to oblige because the idea of drinks and painting sounded fun enough.

When we arrived we put on aprons, ordered drinks, and hit the ground running. They set up portraits for all of us, which were much tinier than the pictures above, but we all went to town. It turned out to be VERY fun.


The artist on the Left, and me on the right.

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Still deciding what to draw, it was a very hard decision.

After I started my mini portrait I think I changed my mind on what I wanted to draw a good 10 times. I was being very indecisive but so was everyone else and overall I think that they all turned out great. Here’s all of us below!

The mom’s didn’t participate because they wanted to drink and talk while we made our master pieces.Overall this was a HUGE success and I’d recommend it to anybody who wants something off the beaten path. We laughed hysterically, drank beers, and enjoyed each others company, and all for under $15. It doesn’t get much better than that!

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 26 “SALALAH OMAN”


Salalah, Oman. The View.

Talking about the terrain.

Blow Hole

At the Water’s Edge

And this is two of the Pilot’s Dieter and Tink who went on the tours and who I stole all of the pictures above from. ūüėČ

We just finished a two day¬†trip in Salalah Oman and it has been by far the worst port visit thus¬†far. AND here’s why… While we were in Bahrain last time, there was a¬†drinking incident and long story short that got us all in trouble, therefore, while we are in the 5th fleet (Suez Canal up to the¬†Persian Gulf) drinking has been banned for EVERYONE except for designated¬†establishments or beer on the pier, none of which were available in¬†Salalah Oman. The pier we pulled into was a sorry excuse for land I’ll¬†tell you that. It was a rickety plank of wood with no railings that¬†wasn’t even as long as our ship. It was a concern immediately when we¬†pulled in because of what bad shape it was in.

& the rain came down. I have not seen rain since I left England back in May. It has been a hot desert wasteland with no reprieve, but on the morning of us pulling into Oman, you could see the sheets of rain up ahead and the down pour was coming. It hit hard as we blew into the small port and we were being pushed right towards the rickety pier, thank the lord for the tugs.

After we were moored, I was happy to sit back and watch everyone¬†leave as I had duty. This meant 2 days off, but what I would be doing I¬†had no idea, since there wasn’t much to the town and the no drinking¬†thing was a huge bummer. What does Oman have to say for itself? Well¬†there are 2 things. Salalah is the frankincense capital of the world. It¬†is said that this is where the wise men picked up the frankincense and¬†Mir before heading to Jesus’s manager to present him with the gifts at his birth. This is¬†also where the grave of Job is said to be. There was a tour for the¬†frankincense and Job’s tomb but for once I didn’t feel like going on a¬†tour and decided to nix it off my list. The people who did go enjoyed¬†it but I don’t think it was the best one.

The second morning we woke up ready to go, but were upsettedly¬†deterred when the captain informed everyone that he was trying to get¬†the one base club approved for drinking and that he wasn’t calling¬†liberty call until the results came back for it. Ugh. We ended up¬†waiting till 1300 (1pm) to leave in a liberty port so that was extremely¬†disappointing but what can you do?!

While we were waiting we had to go get a tour of a South Korean¬†warship. At first I tried adamantly to get out of it, but that was mostly because I was being forced into it and that makes me angry. I don’t want to be forced into anything, but when you are in any organization you are faced with things you don’t want to do, but you still have to do them. So I unhappily went on the tour, and once arriving my attitude changed quickly.

The captain was standing on the brow to greet us when we walked onboard. No one spoke any english except their one interpreter on¬†board. They brought us to their wardroom and gave us treats and tea¬†which was very good and then showed us a movie. The name of the ship was¬†MUNMU the Great DDH976. They were very funny. Always laughing about¬†stuff. I never knew about what, but it was contagious. It turns out that¬†South Korea bought their first ship from the U.S. for 18,000 dollars and¬†renovated it completely themselves. That was very interesting. In the¬†pilot house they asked who stands Officer of the Deck. I pointed at¬†myself and they were very surprised. They said only Lieutenant commanders¬†and above stand the bridge watches because of all of the fishing nets¬†right outside of Korea and of course they have North Korea right to the¬†North which is never a good thing I’m sure. ¬†They gave me a hot pink hat¬†with MUNMU the great written on it and a coin! It was awesome! Their ship was So SO clean.

When we got back to our ship, they did receive approval that we were allowed to drink and that was the very good NEWS! We hopped on one of the buses and headed to the RITZ CARLTON to relax in the jacuzzi, eat dinner, and then head back for some beers.


This is us at dinner, with empty glasses… Not Drinking. Ugh! We still look happy though?

Along the way we were stopped at a red light. While sitting on the bus, I turned my head and there, right across the small street, was a car blazing on fire! I mean it was bad. There were like 6 people grouped around it trying to put the fire out and then all of a sudden the car started rolling backwards and there was a small explosion and huge flames erupted from the hood. It was very exciting. They got a fire extinguisher and put the fire out before the light turned green so it was all was over in a couple of minutes but I commentated the whole thing to the bus, complete with play by play of what was happening since I had the best angle. Haha.

After that we headed back into a tree filled area which had tons¬†of banana trees and coconut trees. I didn’t know they grew bananas in¬†Salahah! When we arrived at the hotel we got a room even though it was¬†only for a few hours. There were 8 of us so it only ended up being about¬†23 dollars all together and we call it an ADMIN room, just a place where¬†we can hang out and shower and then use the key to use all of the hotel¬†facilities. I immediately jumped into my bathing suit and we were¬†running for the beach in about 2 minutes flat. They had a swimming pool¬†at the hotel and hot tub but it was right on the beach so I made a¬†beeline for the ocean.

I ran as fast as I could to the sand. My feet haven’t touched¬†grass in months so that was a pleasant experience as well. When I got to the beach there was a huge sign that said DANGER NO SWIMMING ALLOWED¬†LARGE RIP CURRENTS. Pshhhh. I blew by that and looked around and there¬†really wasn’t one person in the water but that didn’t bother me either. I ran¬†straight into the ocean and fell happily into the first wave. It was¬†magnificent. The waves on this beach were huge and the current was¬†strong and the water was warm.

Everyone else joined me a few minutes later and that’s where we¬†spent the majority of the little time we had. I came out of the water¬†for a little while and just took off running down the beach with the¬†wind whipping in my hair and blowing across my face. I felt pretty free.¬†Better than I have felt in a long time.

We sat in the jacuzzi and then by that time it was getting late¬†so we went back and all got a quick shower, ate dinner at the hotel¬†which really wasn’t that good and headed back to the base for drinks!!¬†While we were standing outside of the hotel waiting for the bus, this¬†huge explosion occurred a second time and the lamp-post right in front¬†of us exploded and a class charlie started! It was crazy. That was the¬†second fire I saw in one day! It was burning all of this black smoke and¬†all the lights went out outside of the hotel. The bus pulled up right¬†then and I was like “let’s go people.” There was nothing we could do so¬†we jumped on the bus and headed back. [As a disclaimer the hotel staff was informed before we left].

I promised everyone that I was going to hold two beers in both¬†hands the entire night and when we arrived we only had 3 hours left so¬†that is indeed what I did. This was my first experience with Kilkenny’s¬†and it won’t be the last. I drank the first two as fast as lightning and¬†I was feeling it after the first sip, its been over 30 days since my¬†last drink. Haha.


Group Shott!


Being Funny.

After the second two I was slightly deterred by the captain who¬†came over and asked me who the second beer I was holding was for. I just¬†looked at him and smiled. He made me give it to him ūüė¶ He said that he¬†didn’t want his officers giving off the wrong impressions. Boo. Don’t¬†worry though I continued to party on with only one beer.

We headed back and of course ended our drunken night in the wardroom with  mac and cheese. It was awesome as always.

The next day, drinking got banned because of something stupid that happened and so we spent the entire day at the Hilton since the Ritz was out of rooms and I ate sushi for lunch! Then we got massages and pedicures and lounged around all day. It was nice. We came back around 2300 and went to bed because we were getting underway early.


This is what we do when we can’t drink, Steal the spotlight from children at the pool’s slide.

That’s the end of the story. ¬†Our next stop will be ROME!!!!¬†Standby for that!



Bar Fights are Embarassing

SO for the first time ever, I got kicked out of a bar, which I’m pissed about. I never thought I would be involved in a bar, but apparently its not something you can predict. My friend and I decided we would go out on Thursday night and have some fun, because we can, so we did.

There weren’t many people at the bar we went too because it was Thursday and WVU lost the game in overtime because Pat McCaffey missed the field goal. So we’re just chilling having some beers and G my friend, sees this boy that she knows and he’s with a group of people. We joing thier group and start hanging out with them. They’re all pretty good looking and it was fun.

Soo I’m standing their talking to this one guy when I turn and I see G put up her hands and tell one of the guys we were with to forget about it let’s just go over there. Immediately I’m like ut-oh, not good. And from around G this [Very Ugly] boy pulls back his hand and punches the guy we are with. He immediately grabs G and goes to move her out of the way but couldn’t get her out of the way fast enough and ugly boy punches again, catching her right in the stomach. My jaw dropped and I stepped forward grabbing for her, but missed.

In literally seconds, it became a six on six fight between our guys and ugly boys guys. It was pretty obnoxious and in the whole clutter of everything I lose G and am standing there watching it play out. Minutes later she calls me and says that she got kicked out with three of the boys and they are standing outside waiting for me and the 2 other boys that made up our group. Ridic.

We finsih our drinks [because who can just throw a beer away?] and walk outside looking for them. They are standing at the end of the street making plans to continue the fight. What a BAD IDEA. Is that serious? I would never do that, I hate fighting. G is laughing because she was caught in the middle and we laugh about it together as we start walking back down the street and past the bar we just got kicked out of.

They stop and are looking around to see if they can find ugly guy and his friends but apparently I was the only one to notice the six policemen that were eyeing us up as we waited. Then, the cupid shuffle starts playing and I’m pissed because I like that song and I want to dance. Seriously, I’m just trying to PartAy. So to break the tension I start doing the cupid shuffle out on the street and G joins in with me.

The boys are still stewing but we got them to walk away. The policemen follow us all the way down the road. wow. Never thought that would happen, but it definately did.

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