Clear the area
Saturday night, I was feeling kinda tired, so I went to bed around midnight. Victor stayed up for a while and went to bed sometime around three. I barely rememeber waking up when he got into bed. It seemed just minutes later when the chaos began, although it was actually around 4:15am.

We woke to a woman's voice informing us that there had been an emergency reported in the building and that we needed to evacuate via the stairwells. We did not know that our building had an intercom alarm system. It was loud enough to catapault us out of bed. I threw on jeans and a bra, but kept on the huge Cure shirt I was sleeping in. Victor was sleeping in a Smiths shirt, and he threw on jeans too. I grabbed my purse and out we went. Nine stories down the un-air-conditioned stairs. We looked like a couple of hot, sweaty '80s refugees.

Surprisingly, the street outside our building was deserted. Two fire trucks pulled up, and three or four firemen went into the building. Eventually, people began trickling down. We saw people with their dogs and one woman who had a cat swaddled in a towel. There was also some kind of party on the roof deck that night, and the partygoers came down in their finery... some of them were dressed pretty tragically. We heard that it might have been a fire in the basement. Some of the partiers wondered if the fire was their fault. Anyway, the firemen came out after about fifteen minutes (they never even took the hose into the building), and we all went back to our apartments. When we got off the elevator at the 8th floor (as the front elevator does not go up to the ninth floor), the hallway was covered in a fine dust. Just one more mystery for the evening.

Other weekend highlights: seeing Hero, going to the Dallas Farmers Market, and our first trip to Eatzi's. Yummy!