First of all, I need to let you all know that my new goal is to blog every day. Please try to hold me to that or at least help make funny things happen so that I have material.
For the past week, Diddy and I have been in Denver for a conference for work. As is typical, this conference is a lot of meetings during the day and drinking and debauchery at night. Friday night was no different - probably even more drinking and debauchery than normal.
So Diddy and I arrive back at our room around 2:15 am. He has had a lot to drink (on the way home from the bar he told a friend of our that he though he got roofied. And then he said, "They should probably call it flooried because I'm about to hit the floor."). I'm not so drunk. I have to be up to sign in folks at the board meeting in the morning, so I set my alarm for 6:15 am and we go to sleep.
The next thing I know, I hear a noise and look at the clock - it is 4:30 am. I know it's not my alarm and then I listen. "Attention, this is Building Management. An alarm has been activitated. The fire department has been notified and is en route to investigate. For your safety, the elevators will not work during this time. Attention, this is Building Management..." You get the picture. Over and over and over. And each time it gets louder and louder. So I get out of bed and look out the peep hole to see if others are evacuating. Keep in mind that I have no idea how long this has been going off. They could all be at the street by now, but they are definitely not in the halls. So I wake Diddy up and we proceed to run around our room like idiots. We look out the window to see if there is a fire. Seeing none, we start texting other people staying there. No one replies. So finally, after five minutes or so, Diddy calls the front desk. Amazingly, the woman answers it; and he asks if we should evacuate. She says that it is a false alarm. He says, "Veronica, you're the best thing since sliced bread. Since it is a false alarm do you think you could turn the f-in thing off?" Apparently she tells him no because he hangs up, we go back to bed and for ten more minutes building management talks to us. Then finally the message changes to, "The fire department has investigated and every thing is secure." Yay! We can go back to sleep.
But no. They decided they wanted to be Sir-Mix-A-Lot with the announcement machine and they start playing them in parts for the next five minutes. I could have killed someone.
Turns out the alarm was only on the seventh and eigth floors so the people that we texted did not hear it. It also turns out that Diddy and I would not be very good firemen.