Time To Move...
Oct. 31st, 2003 02:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaosvizierIf you are one of my legion of diehard fans, you know that I'm in the final stages of moving to a new Three's Company-style living arrangement. This is, of course, a good thing. But I do like my old apartment, and the complex is nice, and there are annual fireworks, and so on. Not really a bad place.
Except, apparently, on Mischief Night.
Now, I cannot one hundred percent guarantee that this following story is the result of Mischief Night-style pranksterism, but I'd place good money on it.
I get home from work around 7:15. Putter around the apartment, cleaning, organizing stuff into easily packed piles, returning phone calls, and the like. I have to leave before 8:00 to get to class. So, around 7:55, I head off to my car, noticing the bright flashy red-and-blue lights that signify some kind of emergency services vehicle.
Well, curiosity always gets the better of me, because who doesn't want to see what's going on when the police are nearby? Previous instances of police presence involved the cops chasing two unidentified figures into the woods (I never learned what that was about, although both figures were minimally clad...), the fire department putting out a kitchen fire, the fire department putting out an air conditioner fire (that was shiny... I saw that thing go foosh-oosh like a bomb; heh), and the police investigating a severe assault (ok, that was completely unfunny, as the victim was bludgeoned with golf clubs or something and left in a coma).
Lo and behold, though, I don't have to walk too far to figure it out, because behind one of the apartment buildings, where the trash dumpsters are, one of the dumpsters is spouting flame and smoke, much as if I were cooking Spaghettios there, and the fire department is hosing the shit down. Yes indeedy, an entire big green trash dumpster, on fire. The scene at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark came to mind, as the Ark of the Covenant blew forth a gout of flame into the heavens, after kicking Nazi ass. There were no Nazis here, but the fire was impressive.
Although I am sad to leave, I'm willing to concede that now might, after all, be a good time to change residences.
Except, apparently, on Mischief Night.
Now, I cannot one hundred percent guarantee that this following story is the result of Mischief Night-style pranksterism, but I'd place good money on it.
I get home from work around 7:15. Putter around the apartment, cleaning, organizing stuff into easily packed piles, returning phone calls, and the like. I have to leave before 8:00 to get to class. So, around 7:55, I head off to my car, noticing the bright flashy red-and-blue lights that signify some kind of emergency services vehicle.
Well, curiosity always gets the better of me, because who doesn't want to see what's going on when the police are nearby? Previous instances of police presence involved the cops chasing two unidentified figures into the woods (I never learned what that was about, although both figures were minimally clad...), the fire department putting out a kitchen fire, the fire department putting out an air conditioner fire (that was shiny... I saw that thing go foosh-oosh like a bomb; heh), and the police investigating a severe assault (ok, that was completely unfunny, as the victim was bludgeoned with golf clubs or something and left in a coma).
Lo and behold, though, I don't have to walk too far to figure it out, because behind one of the apartment buildings, where the trash dumpsters are, one of the dumpsters is spouting flame and smoke, much as if I were cooking Spaghettios there, and the fire department is hosing the shit down. Yes indeedy, an entire big green trash dumpster, on fire. The scene at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark came to mind, as the Ark of the Covenant blew forth a gout of flame into the heavens, after kicking Nazi ass. There were no Nazis here, but the fire was impressive.
Although I am sad to leave, I'm willing to concede that now might, after all, be a good time to change residences.
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Date: 2003-10-31 11:46 am (UTC)But anyway, I'm very sad about the fireworks party thing. If you want I can go flirt with your neighbor so we can crash his fireworks party next time. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-31 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-11-02 10:22 pm (UTC)I've never heard that, and my family nickname is Goose, or occasionally goosey for short. I don't know why thats the shorter version...it's said faster. But that being said, does that mean it's my holiday? that'd be cool....my own holiday!
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Date: 2003-10-31 01:28 pm (UTC)