Sunday, February 12, 2006
3 a.m. Fire Alarm, Plus Blizzard: What's Your Excuse?
Fire alarm rang at 3 a.m., which I heard distantly in my dream in which I was in my mini, very very busy driving it over a cliff á la Thelma and Louise. Got up, looked in hall. Nothing. Nothing but the incessant scream of that alarm. So I called the fire department and let them hear it. They said they'd be right over. I grabbed my robe, and took the elevator to the lobby, where the rest of the residents had congregated. Had anyone called the fire department? No. No one had.
No fire, but we all had a a nice chat and watched the snow fall.
Here it is, 8 a.m., and it's not looking good for running outside.
Earlier last night, I drove downtown to George Washington University's Lisner Auditorium to see this:
Ballet Flamenco de Andalucía
The snow was already falling thick and heavy and I had trouble seeing as I drove. I got there early, checked my coat, nibbled on some free Spanish nibbles, and waited for my friend, S., whose birthday present this was to me. And mine to her.
She showed up; we took our seats. At 8:02, the ballet's manager came onstage to announce, in Spanish, that the show was cancelled because the costumes had not yet arrived. Some in the audience grew hostile as someone from Lisner explained that the auditorium did not agree with this decision since the troupe had some of their costumes. Alas, the star had already left the place. Ah well. So we went home. I was already exhausted from driving to Charlottesville and back, and worried about the snow, so even though I was disappointed, I looked on it as a gift. I got to dress up, drive downtown, nosh, and sit in Lisner Auditorium for 10 minutes. It's all good, people.
I spent the rest of the night figuring out how to use my extremely expensive Shuffle (EES), finally getting to bed at 12:30, looking forward to a nice 8 a.m. trail run to break the EES in.
Since there's a foot of snow outside, I'm kinda doubtful that any trails are run-able. Plan B: Off to the office, to use the treadmill.
After that: church, taxes, and a small b-day dinner with friends. I gotta go.
Late breaking news: I ran outside on the trail, in the snow and slush, past the cross-country ski-ers! Screw the treadmill.