Well, I finally made it back, to the tune of fireworks down the street, and the hum of rain. There is an epic (epic in the sense that it will probably be very long, but not necessarily adventurous or grand) blog waiting to happen. and I promise it will, soon, complete with pictures and song lyrics. But not tonight. It's halloween, it's getting late, and i haven't loaded my pictures yet. My luggage is half unpacked, meaning i have even less floor space than I normally do, I'm a little jittery from all the small packets of sugary candy I've been nibbling on inbetween handing some out to cute little trick-or-treaters and sitting perched on the end of the "un-comfortable-comfortable" chair listening to something strange going on in the suite below us. Tara and Ben were over, lovely friends they are, and we crouched uncertain in the livingroom as 4 cop cars pulled up next to the house, and proceeded to enter the basement suite, where someone had been yelling for the past 15 minutes. I won't go into details, but basically an ambulance showed up, and he was taken away. It was a rather unfortunate situation, hopefully he's okay. some night hey? so now, having driven Ben and Tara home, chatted with the roomie Dave and filled him in , I'd just like to relax a little, then try to fall asleep (although the stupid firecrackers are still slapping around in the air - really, it's just stupid.)
EDIT: Tara's account of the evening has wicked drawings, i recommend you take a look. :)
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