Antarctica knows how to party

So I guess some explaination of the post below is needed.
When you fly to Antarctica, it is on a C-17, a plane with no real interior or stewardesses or anything. You are cargo. The USAP packs you a lunch, a bag lunch, called a "flight lunch" (we have shortened this to "flunch") which constists of two sandwiches, a cookie, a box of juice, a bag of potato chips, an apple, and a candy bar. I was contacted before I even got here about taking part in the group costume my friends were putting together. We were a flight lunch, I was the candy bar. A Kit Kat, which is actually the candybar I got in my flight lunch on the way down. I changed it to "Kit Kai". The McMurdo Halloween party is all about the costume contest, and you can win pretty awesome prizes.



And we did win.
Sandwich was a cookie
Michelle was Sandwich (a clever play on the food item sandwich, which is something different)
Bill Jirsa was juice (a New Zeland brand: "Just Juice" which he changed to "Just Jirsa")
Ruth was an apple
Craige was a sandwich
Mykle was a bag of chips (that said "All That: awesome-flavoured potato chips" on it)

We danced on stage and generally had a blast:



Our prize is a trip on snowmobiles to "Room with a View"...which I guess is some place covered in snow with a nice view. This is exciting, because it ensures that I will be able to leave the station, which most first-year employees (or, Fingy, as we are called....short for FNG which stands for "Fuckin' New Guy") do not get to do.

Antarctica knows how to party, by the way, a fact which I was pretty sure of through Mykle's stories, and now am quite sure of. At one point I looked through the swirl of the madly dancing, insanely drunk people, at the steam billowing out of the gym door in huge clouds into a brilliantly sunny midnight of frozen mountains, and thought: "This is what the apocalypse looks like."