Come on baby, light my fire

First, let me preface this by saying that this blog is LONG overdue. I kind of failed at maintaining a blog. The persistence of a few super awesome people has inspired me to try again. What can I say? Life got in the way of blogging. How dare I neglect you few (very few) loyal readers?! I apologize, please know that I love you.

So a lot has gone on since my last blog back in August – a few boyfriends (and foster cats) have come and gone, I had a two week birthdayfest, left a job to go back to my old one, DC drag queen race, a weekend full of Halloween craziness with a new exciting Playboy bunny costume, getting pummeled by scary intense people while playing dodgeball, the usual stuff. 

I don’t plan to bore anyone with the details so let’s just skip right ahead to present day, shall we?

Last week I had the opportunity to experience something new and wonderfully exciting – a bachelor firefighter auction. Yes, an auction comprised solely of single firemen. Being the philanthropist that I am, I convinced a friend that this was a truly worthy cause that deserved our full attention. Now, in all honestly, I had no intention of buying myself a date -  I was simply there to support the cause and soak in the experience. No matter how pathetic my dating life, I have never been so desperate to where I felt compelled to buy myself a man. Despite my wholesome intentions, I did end up bidding on a few handsome (but young) firemen that I unfortunately lost to ladies with deeper pockets than mine. It’s too bad though because had I won I might have had a more exciting blog entry.

The first fireman that I bid on was just out of college and so adorably cute with his little white boy dance moves. I felt that he deserved to get a solid amount for his date, he certainly deserved to be sold for way more than the very first guy who led off the auction and refused to dance or show any skin whatsoever besides a few inches of shoulder (mind you, he was wearing a wifebeater, scandalous? I think not). Anyway, I threw myself into the ring for a chance at a date with Mr. Harrison.

Told you, white boy moves.

The second fireman, he was a really good sport and definitely easy on the eyes. I put up a good fight for him but in the end I was outbid (by a lot) by two ladies who pooled their money together to win the date with the strapping young lad.

He didn't have the devil eyes in person, I swear

The evening wasn't a total bust though. I successfully encouraged my friend to buy herself a fireman (she got an awesome deal by the way - I sound like I'm talk about cars and not people, this is bad). I am looking forward to hearing about her date and living vicariously through her, perhaps she will run into my second fireman on his 3 person date! 

My friend's fireman

Overall it was a really fun time and I got to act completely ridiculous and be embraced for it. How often do you get to stick dollar bills in the fire chief’s pants while he’s dancing around selling himself? Not very often my friends. Unfortunately for me though, DC ended my night horribly by gifting me with a parking ticket – totally a result of their horribly confusing signage. Needless to say, they will be seeing me in a few weeks. If I’m willing to spend over $100 at a charity auction don’t you think I’d pay the meter if I had understood the sign? Silly DC, you never fail to amaze me...