fireworks on the 13th

or, how i almost died, 'final destination' style...

lisa and i went to a little restaurant called 'trolley stop' to meet mike and kate that fateful wednesday evening. spirits were high, as the couple just returned from their trip to colorado and there were stories and such to share. a few refreshments were consumed and then the plan was to head over to mike and kate's, after, of course, a few more refreshments were ordered 'to go.' if only we'd known what lied ahead, our purchase would've been larger.

we all arrived at their dwelling. matt also decided to accompany us. fun was being had and we decided to get irie on the front porch. that's when it happened. mid sentence, a huge explosion interrupted the night. across the street, up in the trees, showers of sparks and bright light were pouring from the sky. lisa exclaimed, "oooh, who's setting off fireworks?!" as impossible as it was to ignore the "show" it was noticed that at the same time the house went dark, as power was lost. we then knew that a transformer exploded and the 'men' went to investigate.

upon further inspection, we came to know that a tree, a large tree, had fallen over and was now being supported by the very power lines we had just witnessed getting pulled from their home in the pole. these same power lines came to rest at the very end of the driveway, rendering it impossible to leave. we knew of the danger of these electric demons, so we called b g & e. and 911, as electricity can be a killer. the hot, dirty men finally arrived, after our 'men' tried to slow down the idiodic drivers on new cut road, that decided it wouldn't be too much of a risk to speed under the huge tree suspended mid air by power lines that weren't secure. the dirty men told us that we wouldn't be leaving that night and that's when the mass insanity set in. we were told that there was the amount of 175,000 WATTS! of electricity running through those damned wires and getting too close would be lethal.

an evening of shadow puppets, scary stories that weren't scary, and imrovised movie scenes followed. along with getting irie, the great scavenger hunt to find the last drop of alcohol in the house (wooooo! i won the prize!) was our main source of entertainment. after our few attempts at getting the electricians to go on a beer run for us, we accepted defeat and decided it was time to surrender to sleep.

sleep wasn't as sweet as it would've been in my bed, at home, as waking up every hour to look out the window kind of interrupted. finally, the call of the toilet woke me at 6:30 and it seems some squeakiness coming from mike and kate's room woke lisa, and we decided it was time to leave, and hopefully we'd be able to. we ventured to the end of the drive and yelled to the men in their buckets high above us. amazingly, a man that had a suspicious peed-on-yourself shaped stain around his crotch emerged from the other side of one of the trucks. as he approached us, we gasped as he heroically stepped over the 175,000 WATTS! of electricity to converse with us. the wires, we came to find out, were dead, so he wasn't a hero, just some man who hopefully just spilled his water on him or something. he told us exactly what we wanted to hear, we could go home. we went in to tell matt the news, but he wanted more sleep, so we were the first to escape the grip of the house of insanity. as we drove home in the early morning fog, we laughed at our antics the night before and reflected on how lucky we were to be alive, thankful for another day. it really makes you think.

not really. it was a fun night and a great excuse to get all fucked up like when you get snowed in. i just thought i'd put that dangerous spin on the story. yeah, if we'd gone and touched the wires we could've died, but we probably could've even driven on them. but yeah, that's something exciting that's happened lately so i decided to write about it. nothing else too new. going to the beach in like 3 weeks and cannot wait! gotta shower because we're going to the best seafood restaurant evar!!!! laterz!