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Wednesday, October 09, 2013

In Case Of Emergency

Last night my apartment's fire alarm went off. I woke up (it was about 12:30am) from a deep sleep. I was a little disorientated but I pulled my sh*t together pretty quickly. 

I've always been prepared for emergencies. I have insurance for my apartment, boxes of photographs, and an external harddrive ready to go (which reminds me, I should probably back-up), but when the alarm was going off, and the smoke was filling the hallway, all I took was Chandler and my phone. I didn't even put on a bra, but I think subconsciously that was because of the firemen downstairs. Nothing happened, but I did let my black silk robe slip enough to expose some of my flat chest.

I kept looking up at my apartment windows from the street below hoping everything would be okay, but for all that time I spent preparing for 'emergencies', it wasn't what I expected. My mind was clear. I was okay, Chandler's okay, and I have my phone. 

In the movie 'Up In The Air', George Clooney (swoon) gives a presentation about fitting your responsibilities into a backpack that you're able carry. What, or who, would you put in the backback first? Your dog, your family, your close friends, your house, your car... it becomes too heavy of a burden for you and you have to let some things go - emotionally speaking.

Outside my apartment last night I let it all go. I picked up what was important to me, and what I was able to carry, both physically and emotionally. Not only that, but at 1:00am there wasn't anyone I could call, which seemed to calm me down even more. I had no one else to worry about besides myself and Chandler. The only thing that disappointed me was my outfit - old pj pants, Uggs, and a short black silk robe that one might find in Quagmire's closet... I think I need to set aside a better 'In Case Of Emergency' outfit for next time (maybe some accessories too...)

On a total sidenote - I noticed there were a lot of single blonde girls with dogs in my building between the ages of 24-36. One of them looked far better than me considering she allegedly also 'just woke up'. In the game of life, she'd get the fireman. I can't let that happen next time... 

And finally, to the pot smoker who left a joint burning and catching fire to the rest of your stash, thanks for the wake up call, but no thanks for the 2:00am munchies our entire building experienced. 



  1. Nice post. It would be very helpful

    1. Hi Laurie, glad you enjoyed it!
      Elizabeth | www.theundomesticated.com


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