Ok, back to selection day: We arrived and the Capt found us, told us that we "had"
our #2 choice of LA, but now the guys at CG headquarters had pulled a few slots and the Capt had to re-rack the whole thing!! This meant that he could give us our #5 choice of Puerto Rico (where I might hope to work at Arecibo (think 007-golden eye or Contact - it's the big telescope in the ground), or we could take our chances with the re-rack.... AHHHH!!!! If he hadn't told us that we had our #2, we probably would have taken PR. But now since we were teased with getting one of our top picks we had to take our chances.So the Capt
is a creative guy. For each aviator, he had him/her plus any family that was there, come down in front (to the tune of "The Price is Right" - sick sense of humor this man!) and on a giant screen are the patches of different air stations. One by one... painfully slowly... each patch disappears until there is one: the
patch for your station. Our turn!.. one by one they fade out until Air Station LA is the only one left!!!!! YEAHHH!!!!!!!! I pounced on Adam. Literally. No joke. In front of his command AND pilot peers - i jumped up on him and latched on and kissed him like none other!.... I have never seen him turn so red!! hehehehe - that just added to make happiness and laughter!Ok so back to how this relates to the wedding! This means that we have narrowed it to the Florida panhandle, Pennsylvania, and the LA area!
(Images Courtesy of: Coast Guard Price is Right and Air Station LA)


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