Okay now this post is going to be a long one so stay with me. All of the following events are true and have no spin. It was 6:40am when Shanna called me and said, "You're apartment's on fire." My natural reaction was "WHAT?!". Shanna said it was a small one that started in the front apartment (I live in back). But she said everything was ok and she was at the neighbors house. So I call my boss because his wife is my landlord and she gives me a call back on what happened and I told her what Shanna had said. So I go home to see the damage and my street is barricaded off. Not a good sign. So I park and walk to my house to see a big chunk of the side of my house burnt from top to bottom and about 7 firemen there. I stand around and one sees me and I said "Hi, I live here." "Number 3?" the fireman said. "Correct." So I get into my house and there's tons of smoke in there so we open all the windows and they get an exhaust fan in. I go outside quickly and see Shanna coming my way. She was awoken to quite the surprise of a police officer pounding on the door and shouting "You need to get out the house is on fire!" So she did what he said. And I know what you are all thinking "What started the fire?" The other apartment dweller here decided to discard her cigarette butts in the garbage next to the house and didn't have them completely snuffed out. The fireman lectured Shanna and the idiots on the dangers of smoking when Shanna said "I don't smoke (probably quite smugly)." So it's Thanksgiving and I have tons of stuff to do today and have a smoke filled house to do them in. So the firemen took the exhaust fan out of my apt. and said everything should be fine in here and told me about renter's insurance (which I was unaware of existed until now) for smoke damage. Nothing looked bad and I could probably Fabreeze anything that smells smoky. So me and Shanna pack the birds up to take them over to Shanna's parents house for Thanksgiving and so I could get a few hours of sleep before I do anything else. But Shanna's family was getting ready for everything and was kind of irritable and lots of noises going on so I decided to come home. When I got here my landlord was here and was like "Hi." Looking at the house "What the fuck?" So I said "Yeah, Jackie is a moron." She said she knew and that she had already talked to her today. She thinks the estimated amount of damage was about $10,000. We bash on Jackie for a while and I tell her that she should kick her out and get somebody else in here. She agreed but probably won't do it. We parted ways and I went back inside where it was considerably less smoky then before. So right now it was about 9:30am and I needed to get up at around 11:00, not a problem. Set my 2 alarms on my alarm clock and alarm on my phone. I then crashed immediately. I then heard my alarm clock going off at 11:53am, when I was supposed to be at my grandma's, who lives in Beloit, at 12. So I don't bother with anything except clothes and head out the door. So I get there and told the people what happened and they were like "that sucks" and I was like, "yeah". So after an hour of torture there promoting my Esperanza concert on December 14th at 7:30. I went over to Shanna's house where we played Sequence for about 2 hours (which was great fun). Now I'm back home and the debris is mostly cleared. What a fun Thanksgiving.
P.S. My house made the 27 local news
P.P.S. I don't have cable or an antenna to watch it