Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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Burning down the MetI saw Aida at the Met last week with my mom and during the first intermission, we shambled to the lower level for food stuffs.
Now in the lower reception area, there are two bars and a big plaque sort of thing with the names of contributors. Bright lights along the bottom in a sort of pit, velvet rope, the whole deal.
So mom and I are by one of the tables close to the plaque and my napkin slides off and into the pit. I figure, "whatever. I'll get it in a second." When I looked back down, I saw smoke coming from the lamp and thought, "wow, those lamps must be really hot if they're smoking."
And then the thought I needed crossed the finishing line. I seized my napkin, half-way in flames, threw it on the marble liner and tried to stomp it out. It didn't help that my boots had very treaded rubbery soles, so not only was the fire not going out, the napkin was sticking to my boot.
The fecking thing finally went out, I drowned it in my ginger ale and the two of us sidled back to our seats.
The show sucked too.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 16:26, Reply)
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