firefighters and quiche and stuff
Weird weekend. Nothing terribly exciting happened but there has to be something in the water as everyone else seems to be going through some weird stuff.
It was DJ’s birthday yesterday so they (Beth and DJ) held a breakfast at their place. It was nice, plus to see Beth up and about after being sick for so long was nice. I have great friends, they are awesome and if I could frame them and keep them on my walls forever I totally would.
Saturday night was relatively quiet, I made quiche, I put on tracksuit pants, I was officially mooching at home. Until my buildings smoke alarms went off. I ignore them for a few minutes because jesus fuck, how many times do these bloody things go off. I decided to check though and when I opened my apartment door I couldn’t see further than a few feet for a thick smoke. But the smoke didn’t smell like fire and the smokey type stuff tasted foul and I had no idea what the hell it was.
I closed the door and called 000. First time I’ve had to do that but seriously, what the hell was that fog/smoke stuff and how the hell was I going to get out of my apartment? I call the fire department and get out of my 15 year old Nirvana t-shirt and tracksuit pants and into normal clothes, lock Poppy on the balcony and hold my breath and get the hell out of my apartment.
My apartment is above a row of restaurants and cafes, I make my very dramatic exit out of my front door with a plume of smoke scaring the shit out of the restaurant patrons seated in the outside dining sections. Fire guys come with the sirens and the lights, they clear everything, stop the smoke alarms and air the foyer out. I meet one of my neighbours, I ogle the insanely good looking fireman (I thought it was just a cliché – not a cliché, they were all insanely hot and wholesome looking) and then head back in half an hour later.
Turns out someone (we think some kids) got into the building and let off one of the fire extinguishers. So no fire, apartment is safe, and Poppy has pooped in my basil plant to show me her displeasure with being locked on the balcony.
I go back to eating my quiche. The end.
I got a call from Sabine, the sister, last night. She was in a long term relationship with a guy Nathan for a few years, they split up maybe a year ago? He’s recently become single again and they’ve been speaking and catching up. A lot of things that probably caused their relationship to falter in the first place are now no longer there, and since it was a pretty amicable split there was a general vibe of trying things again.
Except that Nathan got a call from his most recent ex over the weekend with news that she’s pregnant. And she’s keeping it. And Nathan, being a good guy, is going to support her.
Now, Sabine is the nice sister. And by nice I don’t mean like pleasant, because please, as if that’s how we roll. But she’s the delicate one, and she’s beating herself up that she’s upset about this. Now, I’ve told her that if she wasn’t upset by this she’d be weird but I still think she’s wavering on how much this has upset her.
So, I need a favour from you guys. Please comment and tell my sister that she is completely normal, and that being upset by this is completely normal. Please?
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