stupid tfc day 13

i found this in my history!  some time i will find my little notebook so i can finish my texas fire adventures.  now that i'm in my texas nursing adventures!
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on day 13, yes, still at the fire, no, i can't seem to just finish this adventure, on day 13 i was recovering from realizing that i never get to drive and i never get to use the radio. 
i was also recovering from sunburnt legs that i acquired while napping responsibly by the pool (my legs tricked me because they weren't even the slightest shade darker when i went in.  3 hours later, they were red like crab legs).
i was also recovering from being tricked into going on a date.  some kid (josh or david or matt? who knows?) talked to me when i was at the pool and said that him and a bunch of kids from his crew were going to the rockin rodeo (it's a real bar, boys and girls) and that i should go too.  stupid me:  ok!
when i showed up, josh/david/matt tells me "oh, my crew decided they didn't want to go.  but you and i can still go!  me:  uhhhh...
and that was how i got tricked into a date.

so day 13 began with some day old cold pizza and a chocolate milk.  we got called back to the fire, so i needed a breakfast for a champion. 

note to everyone:  slightly (may be under-exaggerated) burnt legs do not feel very nice inside kevlar/nomex fire pants.

another note to everyone:  slightly (see above) burnt legs do not feel very nice inside hot tubs. 

the hot tub is where tanesha (other fire girl) and i ended up at the end of the day.  while we were there the dozer guys showed up with their lemonades and sweet teas.  phil, who turned out to be jake, asked if i wanted one, and then carded me.  i was trying (and failing) to make jokes about how old should you be to drink lemonade and other ones that were probably worse.  everyone looked at me funny.  i was a lemonade and half a sweet tea in before i realized they were "big kid" drinks.  aka alcohol. 

after the hot tub we went back to the rockin rodeo, the real bar, to go dancing.  none of us knew how to "country dance".  but we pretended like we did.  i think all the girls in their track shorts, tall socks, sparkly tank tops, and skater shoes completely saw through us.