Fire alarms and hockey
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
First we had the alarm go off on Sunday morn. Then, yesterday I run back to my office for a quick meeting, only to have the fire alarm sounding. So I call to cancel the meeting - thoughts of having to evac 24 floors down being the reason - especially after the 42 floor evacuation couple weeks back.
I then strolled back to my client, catch the elevator to the 42nd floor, where I'm greeted with more flashing strobes and shrieking alarms, and being ordered to commence the evacuation!! Another 42 floors!! Thankfully, after going 10 floors down, the evac was aborted.
It was just after 3pm, so I went home any - we were watching the Flames play the Avs. We met for dinner at Juan's Mexican restaurant. And guess what? Starters hadn't even arrived when yet another fire alarm sounds. But here's the interesting part. We hear this rumbling and crashing in the ceiling, followed by waterfalls of water pouring into the restaurant. Four fire alarms in three days!!!
This is our host, Juan, pouring his gourmet tequilsh. And the waterfall in the window of his fancy clothing store neighbour.
Well anyway, we went to the hockey hungry where we scoffed the dirtiest Pocket Dawgs ever (they're like hot dogs, but dodgy!). The game was quite exciting, but the Flames totally embarrassed the Avs 5-2. It was quite a pity since the Avs are the team from Denver - my American home town!
But firstly, G, I want to apologise for dissing your cheap seats - we sat so high in the rafters, there were sleeping pigeons all round! Free tickets, what can you do, eh?
The game is made of of three 20 minute periods, with 17 minute breaks in between! Fucking crazy. Who can handle three periods in one night? Imagine that PMS!
I was probably the only doos in that place not wearing a Flames jersey, but at $200 you can fuck right off. Rather be a doos than drop a R1400 on a jersey that will only open me up to abuse back home!
Photo gallery - click here!
I then strolled back to my client, catch the elevator to the 42nd floor, where I'm greeted with more flashing strobes and shrieking alarms, and being ordered to commence the evacuation!! Another 42 floors!! Thankfully, after going 10 floors down, the evac was aborted.
It was just after 3pm, so I went home any - we were watching the Flames play the Avs. We met for dinner at Juan's Mexican restaurant. And guess what? Starters hadn't even arrived when yet another fire alarm sounds. But here's the interesting part. We hear this rumbling and crashing in the ceiling, followed by waterfalls of water pouring into the restaurant. Four fire alarms in three days!!!
This is our host, Juan, pouring his gourmet tequilsh. And the waterfall in the window of his fancy clothing store neighbour.
Well anyway, we went to the hockey hungry where we scoffed the dirtiest Pocket Dawgs ever (they're like hot dogs, but dodgy!). The game was quite exciting, but the Flames totally embarrassed the Avs 5-2. It was quite a pity since the Avs are the team from Denver - my American home town!
But firstly, G, I want to apologise for dissing your cheap seats - we sat so high in the rafters, there were sleeping pigeons all round! Free tickets, what can you do, eh?
The game is made of of three 20 minute periods, with 17 minute breaks in between! Fucking crazy. Who can handle three periods in one night? Imagine that PMS!
I was probably the only doos in that place not wearing a Flames jersey, but at $200 you can fuck right off. Rather be a doos than drop a R1400 on a jersey that will only open me up to abuse back home!
Photo gallery - click here!
