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Oct 24, 2007 00:34

I'm sitting on what I hope is the right train to my friends' house in Chicago. Its past 230a and I've been drinking with some fantastically funny firefighters from all over.

First I went to a hosted event at a brewpub. This is after 2 workouts and a day full of workshops. Drank a few with some folks from Stockton, and then suddenly I hear 'san fran!' And look up. The boys are from the Chicago area and they wanna see what my Scotland tats are about. I show and then they ask if I'm going to Chicago FDs party. Hell I'm not in the loop, so I don't know. They say they're driving.

Back at the host hotel, I run into 2 women from my afternoon cardio insanity, they are headed up to the cfd party and we all check it out.

A few beers later I've made friends with a guy retiring in 8 days from cfd, a chief from Miami (FL) who thinks I'm sexy and a lou from Michigan that wants to ride motorcycles in the smokies!

Then there was my bruddah from kailua who loved when I held his bugle!

I've gotten a lot of information, but the best has been showing folks that women can be kick ass folks.

I almost slept through my stop, it is 3a! That would have sucked! Maybe you can ride the Chicago transit all night. I could have been ghetto and shown up in same clothes tomorrow.

I've got gum and my deodorant.
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