no pt?! no school?! beach!?

The monday that just passed as we all know was President's Day. We had off from school and as the President's right hand force, the Marines also had leave from work. Meaning, the office was closed and there was no PT. I was as much excited as disappointed as I was I decided to go to the beach. Being squad leader not only am I responsible for my actions and attendance, but I'm liable to my squad. I called my recruiter, Sergeant Packard, to confirm the rumor of no PT but he did not pick up right before I was getting out of the car. He said there was no pt and that's it, but I was so wrapped up in what I was doing I left my phone and went to the beach. I completely forgot to tell the people in my squad there was no pt! Anyway, the day was perfect for the beach. Nice, warm, and breezy weather. The water was a bit too cold to go in but it was still nice to lay out. Of course, half of Cypress was there. We were there for about three hours, and as everyone knows alcohol and heat are never a good combination. Two random drunken men were making absolute fools of themselves. Then, out of nowhere one starts throwing punches and chokes and spit! The ocean rescue squad came and long story short the drunken idiots ruined the fun.