I didn't post much this week; work was busy, I had a doctor appt, my building was on fire. Oh yea, my building was on fire. If you follow me on instagram, you may have seen the chaos I had the other day....
I got home from work on Tuesday and was just sitting at my table, reading some blogs, when I heard glass shatter. I was almost positive it was the little shit that lives next door. I was like "he must have broken a window", so of course my nosy ass went out to see. I open the door and there is glass in front of MY door. The fire extinguisher had been broken open. At the same time I noticed and smelled a ton of smoke and the girl across the hall (that doesn't live there, no idea who she is) yelled at me: THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE WE NEED TO EVACUATE. I was like WHAT. And she was like THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE WE NEED TO EVACUATE!! I heard her the first time, but for some reason "what" just came out of me. Like I obviously must have heard her wrong because fire is my biggest fear and I cannot die in a fire. I am not going out that way. So naturally, I immediately went into panic mode.
The boyfriend was in the bathroom and I went to the door screaming THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE WE NEED TO EVACUATE. And he was like "what?!" And so like lil miss doesn't live here, I yelled it again and louder. I freaked out! First thing I need to grab... DeNiro!! But he had already ran under the couch to hide. He knew. Robert had to lift the couch up and DeNiro ran out and into the bedroom into the closet. And I'M LOSING MY MIND, pretty positive the fire is outside our door and we're all about to burn to death and all I wanna do is save my baby boy and get us all out alive but he is too scared to understand! It all happened so fast, but we grabbed him and shoved him in the cat carrier as fast as he would let us.
Then I'm expecting us to run out the door but un-paranoid boyfriend is grabbing our cameras (the new Nikon's we got $$) and he's like grab your laptop! And I'm like THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO GRAB THINGS! And he's like "we don't have insurance" and I'm like WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!!!!
We got outside safely, noticed the fire was contained in one apt and the firemen were already here (the station is only 2 blocks away) so I knew then that everything was gonna be fine. But the fear was too much and I put DeNiro in the car and sat in there and started hyperventilating. But only for a few seconds and then I got myself focused because WE WERE FINE.
I'm so dramatic. Anyways, the boyfriend was all amped up over the excitement and decided to put our new cameras to use. Here's a few shots of the firemen doing what they do.
The apt this happened in belongs to our manager. He is a super cool dude, best landlord you could ever ask for. I feel SO bad that this happened to him, even though it was his own mistake (he left oil cooking on the stove and left to run a quick errand down the street). After everything had calmed down, the boyfriend had gone up to see him and had overheard him on the phone crying. It makes me want to cry. I wish there was something that I could do for him. Any suggestions? What would you do if your neighbor had a fire?