Apr. 27th, 2014

bobcatmoran: (shocked al)
What even was this weekend. Seriously.

It started out well — went out for birthday celebration drinks with a bunch of coworkers, since two of them had birthdays this past week (Great South Bay's blood orange ale is delicious but surprising, as it tastes very strongly of grapefruit). And my coworkers are by and large a lovely group of people, so that was fun.

And then I got home, ate some actual food that wasn't just hot wings, and while I was doing the dishes, I heard this loud THUMP. I didn't think too much of it, since I know that Landlady just got a bunch of new furniture delivered, and I figured she was just moving a couch or something. And then I heard sirens. They sounded awfully close. I peeked out my window, and could see the flashing lights reflected in the neighbor's windows. Uh-oh. I put on some shoes, went outside, and holy crap, there were two fire trucks and a couple more police cars taking up the street, lingering smoke in the air, and firemen hosing down the van in the neighbor's driveway, which had apparently caught fire or something.

Everyone was okay, thank goodness, but the car is a total loss. There's a hole hacked in the windshield which the firemen used to spray down the interior, and the whole front is a charred mess.

Then I went into the city yesterday to hang out with some of the NYC Les Mis folks, which is always good times.

And then I got a reminder of how really awesome and fun (not) the LIRR can be on a Saturday night. I had hoped that I'd somehow manage to have the only open seat in the car next to me, but then a guy sort of steered his friend over to there, reminded said friend of the stop he had to get off at (first clue that this was not going to go well), and informed me, "Don't worry, he's good," which did nothing to reassure me. Watching my new seatmate's uncoordinated attempts to get his ticket and, for some reason, his debit card out of his wallet confirmed for me that this guy was really drunk. Then, once he had his ticket and debit card out, he sort of slowly fell over and fell asleep on me.

After a couple stops and some other seats opening up (and him thankfully shifting positions), I tried to nudge him awake (I was also trying to get him to pick up his debit card, which he had dropped on the floor between his feet). A couple bleary blinks, and he went back to unconsciousness. I wound up standing up on my seat, stepping over him, and using the armrest to vault myself up and over him and went to a seat where I had less of a chance of getting vomited on by an inebriated stranger (I have definitely seen that happen before on Saturday night LIRR). Hopefully he got home all right — I informed the conductor that he was on until the end of the line, and sort of tucked his debit card in his lap. So awkward.

Oh, and then today, the firemen were BACK, this time at the house across the street from where the car fire was. I don't think it was anything too big (saw a fireman carry in a fire extinguisher, but no hoses), but still, twice in 48 hours? On the same block? Cripes.

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