Drill weekend was great.  Well, except for the uniforms and physical fitness tests.  And in-ranks inspections.  Otherwise, I had a blast.  Well, there was lots of wasted time while people tried to figure out what the heck we were gonna do next, depsite months-in-advance training schedules.  Lots of time waiting for people to show up to teach classes or give briefings or whatever.  Lots of time wasted waiting for people who were scheduled to perform some other task or training or whatever which was scheduled to end just prior but obviously running over.  Bad planning.  Overcommitment.  Conflicting directives. 

In spite of that, it was wonderful. :)  The building where I worked was not on any military base, and I was housed for the weekend on a nearby airfield, I forget what branch of service it fell under; mighta been the navy.  Yeah it was, cuz the desk clerk I saw most often was a seaman first class with a cute braid.  Anyway, I'd show up Friday night and check in and go to the quarters I'd stay in.  Then the hubby and I would wrestle the bike out and affix it to the bike rack, and take my stuff upstairs.  Heh I always wound up with a room upstairs, which is cool by me, I got legs and don't mind using them. 

I'd iron my uniforms for the next day, and enjoy the TV, something I seldom indulge in since my arrival on the net.  Next morning, ride my bike over to the place on the airbase where we did physical fitness training.  Pretty tame, compared with PT while on active duty, but still invigorating.  Unless we had a PT test. :P  I hate those, always got an icky taste in my mouth on the run portion and always came down with a cold afterward.  Anyway, back over to the quarters for a shower and a change, then bike over to the building, with a stop at the base McDonald's on the way for breakfast.

I already described the days.  Lunch was way cool, catered by Boston Market, since we didn't have military dining facilities available.  Well, before the Market took the contract, we used to have a neighborhood restaurant do the catering, but we got less and less each week for the budget that was being sent that way.

Saturday night some of us changed clothes and some of us didn't but many of us went to the neighborhood bar, talked shop, and got hammered.  Sunday we'd do it all over again, except for the PT part, then go our separate ways until the next month.  In the process I'd get three substantial bike rides and a couple of minor ones.  I might be a bit achy Monday, but not nearly as much as I expected.  I was fairly fit.  "Was" being the operative word.