I wish it were a festival as sexual as that headline sounds, but it totally was not.So last night, we were jarred awake at around 1 AM, because firemen were swarming our building and the rest of the block -- sirens, screaming neighbors, the whole nine yards. They got into our building and ran to the basement as the Greek lady upstairs yelled and yelled and yelled. This went on for hours. We didn't want to add to the chaos, so despite tromping, stomping, pounding, barking, and wailing, we just stayed inside. At around 4 or 4:30 there was this ungodly explosion and thump that shook our entire house -- the entire street I imagine. Does this sound familiar to any of you regular readers of my blog? It should. Remember this:
The Disintegration of Queens
Having stayed inside, I can't know for sure. But it looks like this exact same thing happened again. And, sure enough, while I was on my way to work this morning, ConEd was out by the manhole covers.
We really have to move.
