Firecall, Friday's, Firecall, Friendly's
Had an interesting night last night. Brett gave me a call around 5 PM and asked if I wanted to hang out, get a bite to eat or something. His fiance was out of town at her parents house in Maryland, which would explain why Brett called me. In typical Brett fashion he showed up way late and once he got here it took forever to decide where to go eat. I was in the mood for Mexican, he was afraid his stomach wouldn't stand it. So we decided on Fridays, and we pile into Brett's borrowed Fire Department Chief Durango and set off. We don't get two seconds away from my house when his fire pager went off and we sped away, lights and sirens going off.
There was a reported brush fire near the beach in his town and once we got there it was pretty much out. Basically it looked like someone was grilling and a spark must've set a little tree ablaze. When we showed up the tree was smoldering, ash flying all over the place, but no longer on fire. Since Brett was the acting Chief of the department he was directing everyone else, telling them what fire trucks to bring and what to do. Very impressive I must say. So once we were done there and Brett had written the whole thing up at the Fire House we went to Friday's for some dinner. Got a little buzzed and just as we finished paying the check his pager went off again.
This time driving to the scene was much more fun as we were basically at the mall and ten minutes from where the house was. So Brett drove like a maniac with everyone getting out of his way. Turns out it was a house alarm that went off falsely reporting that the house was on fire, but Brett had to go and check it out anyway. Once that was all done we headed to Friendly's for some milkshakes for desserts, then home.
As we pulled up to my house my dad was outside walking the pooch. He had this horrified look on his face as we pulled up in Brett's Fire Chief's truck. He said he thought something horrible had happened to us, but then he realized who was driving and it was all good. He asked me where we went, and with my buzz fading simply replied, "Firecall, Friday's, Firecall, Friendly's."