So I had a fairly eventful weekend. Firefighting, Romance, Food, High-Speed Hijinks, you name it, I did it.

Friday afternoon I suited up for duty but first stopped over at my girlfriend’s house to help set up for a “movie night”; a bunch of our friends were coming over for pizza and a movie so she needed to rearrange furniture to fit everyone in. After the whole crew arrived, I ended up getting suckered into driving them to pick up pizza. On the way to the pizza joint, I decided to have a little fun. My girlfriend and one other girl were driving in her parent’s SUV, and I had four kids in my dad’s subaru. So of course, I pealed out of her driveway, spitting gravel from under my tires. We wove through traffic, hitting about 75 on a 45. I then proceeded to perform a 180 degree handbrake turn at about 45 into the shopping center, which warranted plenty of screams and cries of “Hell yeah!” from the backseat. On the way back, seeking to outdo myself, I nailed the pedal to the floorboard and screamed down the street. We approached a yellow light… I hollered “Committed!” and blew through it- right after it turned red. We hit 100 before pulling back up at her house- a number of people thanked god for standing on solid ground. 

After that, I rolled up (at a sedate pace) to the station and put my helmet, fire suit, and radio next to the Tower. I walked into the station expecting my comrades to be comatose after a massive dinner, but instead found them joyfully playing fart baseball.

Now, you probably need to understand fart baseball. Fart baseball is played with, you guessed it, tremendous amounts of ass trumpeting. One person toots first- this is the “pitch”. Everyone in the room besides the pitcher then can rip a stinker. For every four blasts, the offense scores a point. However, if the pitcher farts again before four bouts of flatulence are ejected, he gets an out. After three outs, the pitcher rotates. Whoever has the lowest number of points against them as pitcher is the winner. I tend to disapprove of this game, as the firefighters I work with are all approaching middle age and really need to grow up. One guy even has his girlfriend, who is a VERY attractive woman of about 35, on the crew as well. For some reason they are still dating despite his gastrointestinal mischief. 

We ran several calls- the most amusing was when we got to blow straight through the sleepy town of hay market with 4 firetrucks and an ambulance, sirens waling and lights flashing, at a little past midnight. I’m sure people appreciated our presence that evening as four huge wind-driven Federal sirens rattled their windowpanes and bed frames.

Saturday night I had a lovely dinner with my girlfriend (she cooked!) and then had a great evening with her around the house. Sunday was pretty chill, I took her out to get a book for english class and then we went back to her house and hung out while her parents went out to buy a new car. 

This week is going to be long. However, saturday should be… fantastic, to say the least.