So, in the name of Business Development, we threw a BBQ at San Manuel. We had it inside the fire house.
Apparently only me and 6-year-old boys are facinated with firemen and fire trucks. But, lucky for me, most people have a hard time saying "no" to me. It must be my charm... what can I say?
So, the firemen were totally having a grand old time dressing us up. They even gave us props. They were all lined up handing us things to hold. The jaws of life were just too heavy for me.
And, I REALLY wanted to slide down the 3-story pole. The Chief said I couldn't because it was a liability to the fire station, should anything happen to me. He told me "You have to have a pole certificate." To which I responded, "Oh, ok then, I am totally in luck, turns out I already have one of those for my night job." Clearly, my quick wit paid off! I totally rocked the pole... here was my stellar finish.
When I grow up, I totally want to be a fireman (OK maybe I just want to be with a fireman - I don't actually consider myself brave under pressure, just a little nuts)!
I am totally serious - this is what I got paid to do at work today! A couple more events like this and I am thinking of making my own calendar!