Why Won't They Let Me Sleep?
I was awoke by tons of loud sirens and flashing lights. I thought I was being sent back to the mainland. But they drove pasted my place and up to the mountain top. The power was out. I stumbled out to the balcony to see more sets of blue-and-red flashing lights making their way up towards me. Looking to the top of the mountain, I saw tons of smoke. There was a fire coming from an area that about 900 yards from me.
I lit a candle and then chilled in bed for a while. I waited to see if any of the other neighbors were leaving. No one walking from the fire truck area seemed alarmed. About 30 minutes later, I looked out the window and saw that the glow from the fire was much bigger. I walked outside and as I approached the large group of concerned neighbors I heard the word evacuate. Getting confirmation from the police, I walked back to my place and gathered my things. I was only able to grab one of the two cats. The other one was refusing to budge from under the bed (dumb cat won't let anyone touch him - ever). I said, "I'm outta here cat! You had your chance!" I could just imagine him flipping me off with his little paw and then meowing, "See you in hell!"
So my roommate's nice cat and I took off down the mountain. We parked in a small parking lot and waited from them to let us back in. Three hours and 8 giant water trucks later, I drove up to the police ociffer and asked to go back up. He wanted to know how far up I was going and I told him, "Just around the curve." I lied. It was just around 5 curves. I slowly worked my way backup. After talking my way through two other police 'blockades,' I finally got back to my house.
Upon entering the house, the snobby cat greeted us with an I-told-you-so grin and ran back under the bed. I immediately jumped into bed. However, there are still lights and siren noises going off. The fire is out already!
Calgon, take me away! It's 2 o'clock in the freakin' morning! Some of us have to teach in the morning!
I lit a candle and then chilled in bed for a while. I waited to see if any of the other neighbors were leaving. No one walking from the fire truck area seemed alarmed. About 30 minutes later, I looked out the window and saw that the glow from the fire was much bigger. I walked outside and as I approached the large group of concerned neighbors I heard the word evacuate. Getting confirmation from the police, I walked back to my place and gathered my things. I was only able to grab one of the two cats. The other one was refusing to budge from under the bed (dumb cat won't let anyone touch him - ever). I said, "I'm outta here cat! You had your chance!" I could just imagine him flipping me off with his little paw and then meowing, "See you in hell!"
So my roommate's nice cat and I took off down the mountain. We parked in a small parking lot and waited from them to let us back in. Three hours and 8 giant water trucks later, I drove up to the police ociffer and asked to go back up. He wanted to know how far up I was going and I told him, "Just around the curve." I lied. It was just around 5 curves. I slowly worked my way backup. After talking my way through two other police 'blockades,' I finally got back to my house.
Upon entering the house, the snobby cat greeted us with an I-told-you-so grin and ran back under the bed. I immediately jumped into bed. However, there are still lights and siren noises going off. The fire is out already!
Calgon, take me away! It's 2 o'clock in the freakin' morning! Some of us have to teach in the morning!
