It’s Friday night, Henry and I went out to dinner with Nora and my parents. We get home and are relaxing. He’s playing Final Fantasy X (he can relax now since he got an offer or two for summer internships) and I was reading a book in our living room. Then I hear a lot of yelling from the front of our building, but it’s always loud down our street and we always hear people yelling, so I ignored it for awhile. But this time it wasn’t stopping and there seemed to be a lot of people yelling. I go to our bedroom window, it faces the street, and look outside. Have I mentioned that I live across the street from a gentlemen’s club? Well at first I looked down at the street and didn’t really see what all the commotion was about. As I was turning to leave, I saw it, a fire, in the window of one of the apartments across the street. Then I realize the people were yelling, “Fire! Fire!” Next thing I’m yelling, “Oh my God, Henry there’s a fire across the street!” He comes to look and we watch the flames grow.
It was odd, I’ve never really seen a real fire before, and I hope to not again. Everytime I’ve seen fire trucks, they were usually false alarms, I got to see them in action today. As we watched the fire, fire trucks began to pull up in front of the building. (Side note and totally unrelated, I like firemen, I think they’re pretty hot. Yes, it has no real relevance, but I think they’re uniforms are kind of sexy.) We watch the ladders extend from the truck to the roof of the building, we watch as firemen break down a metal door to get inside the building. We watch more fire trucks pull up, pulling the hoses out of the trucks to the fire hydrants down the street. I really hope there wasn’t a car parked in front of a hydrant. There either wasn’t anyone inside that apartment or the person got out.
Firefighters were going up the ladder onto the roof and then we can tell they are inside the apartment, breaking the window, to get the smoke out. It seemed to happen so fast. And yes, a part of me does feel guilty for taking pictures, and Henry was chiding me and wouldn’t let me open the window. He said if I did, he’d push me out. But he eventually went back to his video game, and I opened the window to get some shots up and down the street. Not all were good shots, it’s kind of hard to take pictures from your dark bedroom through your window to a relatively dark street without a flash. Some of them were also fuzzy, I don’t have the most steady of hands, but it’s even worse when I’m hanging outside my window in only a tanktop and trying to not fall and not drop my camera. I also tried different modes, one mode made everything look like it was on fire.