An Antarctic BBQ

Bags are packed.

I'm ready to go.

But I am still waiting for a depoloyment date.

And so I am told, by the reassuring and kind ICE folks, "You'll go," at an Antarctic BBQ I was invited to this weekend. As I mingled with the few people I'd met before and boldly introduced myself to unfamiliar ICE folks, I couldn't help but think to myself: these are my people. Like minded, intelligent, creative, adventurous, worldly people.

So if I have to ship myself in a box labeled "cooking supplies" in order to get there, by golly, I'll get there.