Adventures
After the concert I played last night, I made my way over to the North End and Fleet Street for Chris's party (via the elusive Silverline, no less - amazing!).
It was fun; I'm glad we've finally started hanging out this year - of course, we are going to form a band... ;-)
Events:
- One friend tosses me a Rolo and it hits me on the bridge of my nose exactly - quite amazing
- Random people no one knows show up and are extremely irritating
- I can't remember the names of any of the people I met before - but I remember them now, so that's all that matters, right?
- The fire alarm goes off; we look out the door and see smoke, so we decide to head out. I grab all my things (no way my viola is staying in there no matter what they teach you in school!) and am the first down the stairs. Naturally, I have no idea where I'm going, so when some random guy at apartment 3 ushers me into his apartment I'm absolutely lost, trying to figure out why the hell I'm not outside yet. Turns out, we were using their fire escape - which is an unlit death trap waiting to happen (I mean, wouldn't it suck to die from falling through the gaps on the escape when escaping from a fire?) - my first fire escape excursion ever.
We end up outside finally, and reach the front of the building, where the remaining party guests and those of us who intended to stay over all split a cab home.
I think, that even though it happened at 3 in the morning, because it was an extended period of consciousness, it still counts as Friday the 13th. Although, maybe it would be an ironic start to Valentine's Day as well?
It was fun; I'm glad we've finally started hanging out this year - of course, we are going to form a band... ;-)
Events:
- One friend tosses me a Rolo and it hits me on the bridge of my nose exactly - quite amazing
- Random people no one knows show up and are extremely irritating
- I can't remember the names of any of the people I met before - but I remember them now, so that's all that matters, right?
- The fire alarm goes off; we look out the door and see smoke, so we decide to head out. I grab all my things (no way my viola is staying in there no matter what they teach you in school!) and am the first down the stairs. Naturally, I have no idea where I'm going, so when some random guy at apartment 3 ushers me into his apartment I'm absolutely lost, trying to figure out why the hell I'm not outside yet. Turns out, we were using their fire escape - which is an unlit death trap waiting to happen (I mean, wouldn't it suck to die from falling through the gaps on the escape when escaping from a fire?) - my first fire escape excursion ever.
We end up outside finally, and reach the front of the building, where the remaining party guests and those of us who intended to stay over all split a cab home.
I think, that even though it happened at 3 in the morning, because it was an extended period of consciousness, it still counts as Friday the 13th. Although, maybe it would be an ironic start to Valentine's Day as well?