...in my neighborhood.
Last night we heard sirens and helicopters and general madness outside. We looked off our balcony to see huge plumes of smoke nearby. Not quite the next block over, but close enough to pique our curiosity. We took a stroll around the neighborhood, along with all sorts of other wacky folks. We saw the building on fire - flames and everything! We weren't sure if it was a house or apartment or what from where we stood. We headed back home, where there had been a car accident in front of our condo while we were gone. I swear I expected a helicopter to fall out of the sky, the street to crack open and a giant hand to burst out and drag me under. Madness, pure madness! An onlooker stood on our street, munching on some chips. He figured we had just come back from the fire.
"What's going on?" he asked. We told him it was a fire.
"Is it toxic????"
Us, stifling our laughter. "Um, no."
"We're not being evacuated or anything?"
"Um, not that we saw or heard."
"And what happened over there?" (pointing toward the car accident)
"Looks like a car accident. (laughing) I think we had just better get inside."
"Exactly!"
We caught the 11 o'clock news and learned that it was a commercial building on fire. A commercial building where they replicate CDs. And it WAS toxic! (Sorta.) They evacuated about 70 nearby folks, probably so they wouldn't die from fumes or catch on fire.
...in my nose.
I woke up this morning with the worst allergy attack ever. I thought my head was going to explode. Completely miserable. In addition to the Zyrtec I took last night, I used nose spray this morning, Sudafed when I got into the office, and I just finished some Emergen-C. I'm *just* now starting to feel slightly better. Son of a...
... and in my gym.
I like my gym and I like the people who workout there. It's such a great place to people-watch. There's an older fellow there who is hardcore. Seriously, HARDCORE. He regularly lifts free weights while standing on a medicine ball the size of a basketball! And yesterday he was on the stairmill while wearing a heavy backpack! THEN he got on the elliptical and did that for a half hour, with the backpack! He could so kick my ass.
"I’m going to be your new boss. It’s my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Check-out time is never." - Dwight, The Office
hehhee. isn't it weird when loads of odd stuff happens all in a row, you kinda just brace yourself and go "what next?!?" just stay out of the path. ;)
ReplyDeletedo you get super tired when you have a bad allergic reaction? i do ... was wondering if i'm the only one!!
ew, allergies. i get them too. i had itchy eyes today. maybe they were sympathy pains for you. because i'm guessing the pollen count in minnesota and cali are not the same on a daily basis. :)
ReplyDeletei giggled lots at this entry. sometimes when stuff like that happens to me, i'm like "is this the apocalypse? why didn't anyone tell me?" same with if rush hour is actually bearable.
I feel you on the allergies thing. My eyes have been DRAINING for 2 weeks now! It is horrendous and everyone thinks I'm crying all the time! I'm seeing a doctor next week as it is ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteGlad you didn't burn up!
In that hardcore dude's backpack? Flesh eating monkeys. HE'S HARDCORE, DAMMIT.
ReplyDeleteOh I hear you on the allergies. As for the rest, what a bizarre evening in your neighborhood! I hope that is over for a long time.
ReplyDeleteLast night, while TAB was Grilling, we saw A Helicopter hovering over us! And we heard Sirens! Immediately, I thought Paris Hilton must have Escaped Prison! But, then I remembered I live in Santa Monica now and don't ahve to Worry about any Hilton Sisters anymore!
ReplyDeleteapparently that fire knocked out the power in my office...luckily everything was properly backed up...for once!
ReplyDeleteThat guy could totally kick my ass. But, then again, pretty much anybody could kick my ass.
ReplyDeleteIf I could only have someone like that at my gym, I'd go more often. Instead I have a lady that sings along with her mp3 player. Loudly, out of tune and the wrong lyrics. It drives me batty!
ReplyDeleteYowza. Hope the toxic CD fumes didn't invade your sinuses!
ReplyDeletewhat a bizarre night. heh. that guy at your gym is hardcore. if only i could do all that!
ReplyDeletenone of that would EVER happen in boston. we just have a high murder rate, but no commercial bldg fires... like ever!
ReplyDeleteI don't have allergies, but I have Old Hardcore Man envy. I still haven't braved up to the stairmill. It's official. I'm a wuss and this guy kicks butt.
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