Miimii was happy about the ring and agreed to go see the Monkees in concert at Virginia Beach, on the condition that I let her drink as much alcohol as she wanted (I drove). I'm a closet fan of theirs, but she hated them. She was already pretty juiced up here, and we hadn't even left the house. We had fun, and Mickey, Davy, and Peter (sans Mike Nesmith) put on quite a show.
On September 12, my boss told me I'd be going to Incirlik Airbase, Turkey, for four months, starting October 18th. I was in San Antonio, Texas, on yet another TDY, and was looking forward to some rest. This is not what I had planned. Miimii and I went out for a sobering breakfast on the morning of September 15th and talked about this obstacle. I decided I'd be optimistic, as optimistic as I could be under the circumstances. I'd be there, living in a tent, for Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's day, my birthday, Miimii's birthday, our wedding anniversary, and Lunch's birthday. But I'd make extra money on the side, from different allowances, like hazardous duty, and when I came back, we could buy that new Honda Accord I'd wanted for so long, and my sponsor (point of contact and person I was to replace) was my old friend from Fairchild AFB, Bob Kowolchuk. But it also meant that for four months, Miimii wouldn't be able to get inseminations of donor sperm. She was afraid that if she got pregnant while I was away, the women at work would spread rumors. Their opinion of her was more important than her happiness and our marriage. For someone who pretended her life depended on having children, her priorities weren't making any sense.