Fire!
I got a request from Mark for iced coffee and cookies, so I walked some over to the firehouse. Hanging at the firehouse...
While there watching baseball with the guys, and after going into the garage to look at a frame they got to see if it would fit into the watch room (very cool walking around a bunch of big, red trucks in a room that smells of gas and other yummy garage smells), I decided to take a picture of them. I told them to look all fireman-y:
Mark is the one on the left. Just after that a call came in (whoopwhoopwhoop!) and I had to cut out so they could go deal with another alarm/heat exhaustion/drunk in the street/hydrant open wrong/hazmat spill or issue/actual fire. Looks like Rach isn't coming home tonight, which is fine. I'm feeling a little anti-social. Okay, just tired, really.
I'll watch a Harry Potter movie over a gin tonic and chill.
While there watching baseball with the guys, and after going into the garage to look at a frame they got to see if it would fit into the watch room (very cool walking around a bunch of big, red trucks in a room that smells of gas and other yummy garage smells), I decided to take a picture of them. I told them to look all fireman-y:
Mark is the one on the left. Just after that a call came in (whoopwhoopwhoop!) and I had to cut out so they could go deal with another alarm/heat exhaustion/drunk in the street/hydrant open wrong/hazmat spill or issue/actual fire. Looks like Rach isn't coming home tonight, which is fine. I'm feeling a little anti-social. Okay, just tired, really.
I'll watch a Harry Potter movie over a gin tonic and chill.