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[chirish01]

Last night was so much fun. Lots of fun people that I don't get to hang out with nearly as much. It totally made up for the fact that I got SOAKED walking Gipper in the cold pouring rain for an hour and 15 minutes waiting for him to poop so that I could get on with my night. So that started my night. Then I hung out and played asshole with expensive vodka. Then the kids left to go to Fearon's while I attempted to dry my clothes and jacket. When they walked out, we heard a smoke alarm going off and it smelled like "burnt pizza." They continued out and I figured it was the Pizza-Ria restaurant under us...until it got smoky in my apartment and the alarm was still going off. Turns out that the girl in the unit next to ours fell asleep while cooking and started a fire. (My bedroom, which is in the front near the door, still reeks of smoke.) The fire department came and took care of everything. Right as I was about to leave to go to the bar because the firemen had said everything would be fine, my doorbell rings. I thought it was the kids coming back because I had texted them that there was a real fire. I press the Talk button and say "yeah?" because I'm going to tell them that I am on my way out the door. Except that the answer was "Police." I say "Ok" and then buzz open the door and walk out to the stairs. here is the conversation that follows between me and the 2 cops:
M: Hey, what's up?
P1: You're under arrest.
M: What?
P1: You are under arrest.
M: What?
P2: Are you Angela?
M: No, she lives in the apartment above mine.
P2: Oh. Well, she's under arrest for running a prostitution ring.
M: Okay. (and then I turned around and walked back into my apartment and locked the door)

I did eventually make it to the bar, which is a lot more crowded on a Saturday night than on a Sunday night! The live music was great, and I think/hope everyone had fun. Alrighty, that's all I've got.