January 7, 2007

Of Loud Noises On a Rainy Night

I've already learned one important lesson this new year: when the fire alarm sounds, it's not a good idea to pull the pillow over your head and go back to sleep. I think I was supposed to learn that in kindergarten.

Of course one may assume when one is surrounded by good friends that said good friends will insist the sleeping beauty get out of bed and leave the house when alarms emit piercing warning noise. There is danger in being abed when the house is possibly on fire. Or so the cute dykey Fire Marshall reminded said good friends upon her arrival. See, they had abandoned not only me but one other slug-a-bed in the house with the fire alarms blaring at a decibel not usually conducive to sleep yet somehow not fazing we two left behind during the evacuation.

Am I really that grumpy when awoken from a drunken stupor sound sleep in the middle of the night? Evidently I'm bitchy enough for the thought of waking me to strike apathy in the hearts of good friends.

I imagine the discussion:

"Suzanne is asleep upstairs!"
"Shouldn't we wake her?!"
"I tried! She growled at me to leave her alone!"
"Oh. Well then. I guess it's cool to leave her where she lies. "
"Hey look! Here comes the fire truck! I hope the firemen are cute!"

Despite this potentially near-death experience, 2007 is off to a good start. The police came. We were not arrested. The fire department came. There was no fire. I was never in danger and my good friends could have safely left me slumbering during the disruption. But once a real adult arrived on the scene, said good friends selflessly pried me from my comfortable cocoon so I could huddle outside in the rain with the rest of them.

I feel so loved.

Lesson number two? This I didn't retain from kindergarten either: a nap in the sun is good for what ails you. Especially when nothing does.



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16 comments:

Gina said...

Well, I'm glad nothing happened (except that you were eventually woken up) and everyone was ok.

Anonymous said...

hmm, cryptic.
there were friends sleeping in your house?
and the fire alarm went off...but no fire?
where was wendy? was she setting off the alarms.
hmm, so many details left out.
hmm.

nina said...

*note to self* always set of house alarm before suzanne goes to bed...

now I think I just might find a sunny place and curl up like a cat and nap too...

Sarah Spelled the Right Way said...

I used to live in a place in Alexandria, VA that the fire alarm would go off in the middle of the night and we'd have to evacuate, with our dog just in case. At least it was only in the summer this happened. Good time to meet your neighbors at least, if they're friendly...

WordsRock said...

weese, weese, weese...

We were on vacation. At the beach. With friends. Wendy was the one I supposedly growled at. I don't think she set off the alarms...

:)

Anonymous said...

Whew!

Nothing like a close call that wasn't to prompt a nice nap in the sun.

aahhh.

Anonymous said...

ooooo, so wendy was the one in bed with you. ok well i suppose that makes sense then.
:)

Anonymous said...

ooooo, so wendy was the one in bed with you. ok well i suppose that makes sense then.
:)

Anonymous said...

ooooo, so wendy was the one in bed with you. ok well i suppose that makes sense then.
:)

Anonymous said...

ooooo, so wendy was the one in bed with you. ok well i suppose that makes sense then.
:)

Anonymous said...

ooooo, so wendy was the one in bed with you. ok well i suppose that makes sense then.
:)

Anonymous said...

Nah - there's no need to wake up for fire alarms. Someone probably just burnt toast drunkenly....

That's the student experience anyway.

SassyFemme said...

Hmmm, Weese having a little stuttering of the fingers? ;)

I can't get over that you slept through that noise!

agoodlistener said...

Per usual, you were right to stay asleep. No cause for alarm, though the cause for alarm was not revealed. I always feel foolish dashing outside when the alrm at work goes off. It's usually a test, conducted in the worst weather of course.

WenWhit said...

I first attempted to wake you when we could not determine a way to shut the damned alarms off. You did indeed "growl."

I woke you again to inform you we were calling the police since there was no better avenue via the rental office. That time, you employed your favorite curse word.

And you were CLEARLY pissed when I MADE you get up at the direction of the cute dykey fire chief.

Wasn't for lack of effort, darlin.

Anonymous said...

Can you send the cute dykey fire marshal to our place to remind us that disabling fire alarms is NOT the correct response when their little dead-battery alerts sound? And maybe ask her to bring over a few 8-volts?