We came, We ate, We called 911

I arrived home safely yesterday from my trip to visit K.T. Just as I predicted we had an awesome time. Most of the weekend was spent hanging out in our sweats, drinking box wine and champagne punch, watching "Greek" on DVD and of course eating. K.T. is very domestic and she kept making us tons of yummy food. In fact I think I have to starve myself this week to lose the 5 pounds I gained this weekend.

One of the things I love most about my friends is that we don't have to "do" anything to have fun. Some of my best memories are of the times when were just sitting around talking. My sophomore year four of us lived in a suite on campus and everyday after class and before we went to dinner we would sit around and have "do nothing time," it was always the best part of the day. I miss having them around all the time so much.

So all in all it was a pretty chill weekend, however we did have some excitement on Saturday night. We were all in K.T.'s living room when I happened to see something out the window, the blinds were down so I am not sure how I even saw it but I jumped up, threw up the blinds and saw that a house on the street over was on fire! We called 911 and found out from them that 2 houses were on fire and they were on there way. We watched for several hours as the flames overtook the neighboring homes. We found out the next morning that 15 home were affected in total. Luckily, no one was injured but I can't imagine the devastation you would feel if you lost your home and what those families are going through today.

The scary thing is that the fires were set by gang members, none of who have not been caught. The town has been having a lot of arson due to this gang in the past few months and Saturday's incident was the worst so far. It even ended up on the national news.

I have to that I have never seen a fire that close before, and I was in awe of the firefighters, it is a small town so they are probably volunteers, but they were there all night working to put out the fires and save the homes. It was crazy to see them up on the roof of a burning building and walking around a house that could have collapsed at any second. They have such dedication and thank God none of them were hurt either.

So that was pretty exciting and really put into perspective what I was creeped out about on Friday...which was...sleeping in a funeral home. Yes, K.T. is a funeral director, or at least in the process of becoming one, and is taking over her family's funeral home. She lives in an apartment over the funeral home, which is a huge old house. I had been to her funeral home before when I visited her during college, but we had slept in her parents house which is a few minutes away. So my overactive imagination was going crazy on the drive there as I planned out how I would slay a zombie if the need arose (K.T. assures me they have never had a zombie attack.) But, after witnessing the other events of the weekend, logically speaking, gang related arson is much scarier then sleeping in a house a morgue in the basement.