any diet i'm on must include booze

There are pros and cons to working in a male-dominated industry. I hate it when I'm spoken down to and the fact that women are not in operational or more leadership roles. Also, I hate the unwanted sexual harrassment. Conversely, harrassment is okay when it comes from a bunch of funny grizzled fire fighters who are buying you drinks and chatting you up.

So, as you can guess, my time spent way up near Gettysburg was a bit of a mixed bag. I blame my "fun boss" for some of my exhaustion - she proceeded to fill my glass up first everytime a new bottle of wine arrived at the table. All the smug marrieds decided it was time to live vicariously through my singlehood and pick out a strapping fireman for me. Alas, there were none to be had. (Meaning, none were single, or they had been married a gazillion times - firemen marry young and often. Also, there's a limit to how much grizzledness I can take.) But, damn, they were fun.

After about 4 glasses of wine I asked, loudly, "So, what's a girl gotta do to get a firefighter t-shirt around here?" Many distasteful options were presented and politely (by politely I mean by laughing my ass off), but firmly, rejected. I completely missed my chance by not approaching the extremely drunk firefighter wearing the Antartica fd t-shirt and offering to trade with him - I think he would have looked nice in something with a plunging neckline. Grizzledness aside, they were nice guys and I expect to start getting various fire department tees in the mail any day now.