Too Bizzare to Think of a Creative Title

I stayed up a little late last night "watching" the Dawgs game (i.e. reading the play-by-play online) and acting out/describing in broken German the concept of American football to my roommate Phillip.

Once I finally got in bed, it was unusually noisy outside because there's a student club on the bottom corner of this building. As I drifted off to sleep I thought I heard sirens, but I am a heavy sleeper, so I didn't think anything of it.

Later (I don't know how much) I was halfway awoken by a knock on my door, I think. It didn't get me all the way up, but I rolled over a few times and realized that there was still a lot of noise outside and what sounded like big trucks sitting outside my window, and flashing lights, and I thought I heard my roommates talking and saying "she's still asleep!" My heart started pounding. I looked outside and there are several fire trucks sitting there, and all I could see was smoke coming from somewhere at the bottom of the building.

I opened the door to my room, and the lights in the rest of the apartment were on but I didn't see or hear anybody. My first reaction was "oh #@$% did I sleep through ANOTHER fire alarm?" and like the good American I am, I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my shoes, and headed toward the exit to evacuate the building.

As I opened the door from my apartment into the hall I was immediately met by three suited and masked firemen and a hall completely full of smoke. I was expecting to get whisked away and taken outside into safety, but to my surprise they told me to go back inside and shut the door. So much for my years of fire drill training.

I then realized that our own apartment too smelled like smoke and our own kitchen was a little hazy, and on my way back inside I realized that Phillip was definitely sitting in his room the whole time. I told him about my encounter with the firemen and asked him if he knew what was going on or what we should do, and we decided that as long as they were telling us to stay here we must not be in danger, so I shrugged my shoulders and went back to bed.

By this time it was pushing 2:30, and I have no idea what time they finished and I haven't heard anything about what happened. All I know is that this morning our kitchen still smelled smoky and from my window I can see red tape outside blocking off the area. Hmm.