I was chillin' on the couch this afternoon when I hear thundering steps coming down the stairs outside our apartment door. JUST GET OUT!!! someone shouted. *gasp*
Dan Paul and I go to my bedroom window, which faces out onto the street. I open it just enough to ask someone standing outside, what's going on?
FIRE! GET OUT THE BUILDING!
I grabbed Bebe and put on some unmatching pair of shoes, and go out into the grey drizzle with Dan Paul, Gabe, Jeff and our neighbor, a videographer.
Everything's alright now.