Most of my "stupid shit" activities I reserved for my first enlistment and most of them involved drinking copious amounts of booze. One of these "stupid shit" moments happened in Acapulco in '92 when the ship I was on was picking up LCACs from Panama City, FL, and taking them to ACU 5 at Camp Pendelton.
The new skipper liked hitting liberty ports and this trip was a doozie - Stops in Acapulco, Cancun, and several days in Panama City during spring break. I was 22, single, making good money, no debt, and wild enough to shoot at. Acapulco has quite a few open air bars and I happened to find one that had a full bottle of Wild Turkey and many drinking college girls. I was drinking, having a good time, and kinda blacked out. At some point during my "lost time", I guess I got dared to shake my ass on the bar. That must have been it because I came to wearing my Nikes and a smile with college girls cheering and the music blaring.
Have any of you ever heard the term "make a Sailor blush"? Well, I managed to do it that day because my buddies were shaking their heads in the corner and looking around like they were hoping "dad" didn't catch us being bad.
Ahhh, all of the good times that I had no idea how I had gotten into....