Air Force O'clubs have sucked since I've been around. However, the Navy was still doing it right down in Corpus when I was there in 98. I stumbled out of there and slept in the bushes on more than one occassion. They also opened the gates to the local talent, so there was usually some women looking for a pilot to take them out of TX. I lived a short Par 3 from there, good times.
Since the basement of Maxwell was brought up, here's my story-
Ended up at maxwell from a WX divert from dobbins. Crappy day, so took the crew to the club and started drinking before we even went to billeting. There were a ton of 2Lts (JAG students) playing crud in the corner. One of the students came to our table and said, "Hey, we've got some O-6s playing crud and we feel a lot better if someone in a bag would ref."
My response, "We don't understand your lawyer games." She went on and on about how it was a pilot game, we said we've never heard of it, etc. She finally left us to our beer.
I went to the bar to buy the next round and I see a bird col's hat on the bar. No shit. So I hand the hat to the bartender and order a round on the col. I tell the bartender to give our regards to the col.
5 minutes later, a red-faced JAG col is steaming towards our table. I thank him for our drinks, we toast his generosity, and he starts accusing me of stealing his hat and placing on the bar. I laugh it off, thank him again, but he will not let it go. He is really pissed. I said, "sir, first of all I didn't steal your hat, ask the bartender, secondly, anything else out of your mouth will be quibbling and we'll take another round. I could see the vains in his forehead. He stormed off to his lawyer minions.
We're finishing up our last round, heading to billeting and here comes the col with a tray of shots. He said, "well, you got me so, here you go, this is the cheapest tequila they got, cheers." I said, "sorry col, we're in our window, and we walked out." I think he about lost it but we didn't stick around.
Crazy JAGS.