Lively tales

It just wouldnt really be my life if crazy stories didnt happen.

Ray and I were over at Eddie and Mark's appartment studying on Thursday evening, as we both had our Obstetrics and Gynecology exam the next day. We were diligently going through the material, when a loud, piercing alarm went off---yes the fire alarm. The other lovely pieces of the story: it was -40 degrees outside that night, and we were on the sixteenth floor. ARG. We waited for a few minutes to see if it was a false alarm, but then decided we'd rather not risk dying of smoke inhalation on the 16th floor, so we gathered up our textbooks and coats and tromped down the 16 flights of stairs to the lobby. Its scary how few people actually left their appartments--had there been a real fire it would have been very bad news. So there we waited in the lobby for half an hour until the alarm turned off. The good news is I still managed to pass my exam the next day!


The other humorous tale of the week is from this weekend. I went home for my sister's 19th birthday, and going home is always an adventure. We had the usual crew over for supper---grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, close family friends, etc. Well it turns out that my aunt convinced my uncle to dye his hair a few weeks ago, and when my other 'uncle' saw this, he decided to get his hair dyed. So we went out, bought a box of hair dye, and he got his hair dyed in my parents kitchen! It was SO FUNNY! Mostly because this uncle is a total man's man, and NOBODY ever expected him to color his gray hair---his daughters had been trying to convince him for years to no avail. Then at the drop of a hat, on a whim, in our kitchen, he gets his hair dyed. Hilarious. And it turned out really well, didnt look fake, very believable, and it took 10 years off his appearance. Definitely made for a lively evening!