Hmmmm (salacious thoughts running rampant) Fleet Week in San Francisco was almost as important as Gay Pride Day in the 1970's. In later years I made special pilgrimages to San Diego for Fleet Week, because an old lover keeps a giant 150 foot four floor yacht in the public harbor and affords a better view of the goods coming in and going out of port. Several years ago a battleship floated by very near where we were anchored and in answer to all of our cat calling and whistling, a line up of about 15 crewmen dropped trousers and mooned us. Lovely, absolutely loverly.
However, I hold a special place in my heart for a long-time friend who wasn't in the military, but worked his way from scrubbing the insides of oil tankers to able-bodied seaman and then as captain floating crude from Alaska to New Orleans for Exxon. So, for a real good time it hard to beat the versatility of a Merchant Marine.