My crazy day.

So I didn't really have any plans today but it's such a nice day I decided to go outside and walk over to Penn Quarter and back. So I stepped outside my building, right behind the headquarters for the Red Cross, to find a large white CNN news truck and assorted black SUVs. I figure there must be some newsworthy event connected with the Red Cross and more than likely Katrina. Nothing unusual. I started out thinking they must be with the CNN truck and that thought was quickly confirmed by a lady popping out of the top of an SUV through a sunroof that had railings around it (as if that were the intended purpose) with a television camera on her shoulder. Suddenly it clicks in my head that the only vehicle here that isn't all black is the CNN truck, so I look down at the SUVs to find government tags on them. Now I'm scratching my head, walking along thinking what could possibly be going on and decide to turn around. Back on the corner I find all the government vehicles have pulled away leaving the CNN truck, an SS official on the corner and a man walking around with a television camera on his shoulder. The black cars are gone, what is he looking to cover now? Maybe he's just hanging around hoping to find out more? Then I notice him run down 20th toward Virginia, so, having nowhere particular to be, I head that direction as well. So I see black cars pulling around:

So I snap the picture and keep walking. It's DC, this is a normal event. My journey carries me down to the State Dept, up to Pa Ave, over to 13th, down to Pa Ave, and across 15th where I find out that they have the entire area closed off from about the middle of the ellipse north and have to go all the way down and around and finally make it home. So I relax a bit and realize I don't have a single pen in my apartment and decide to go buy one at Office Depot. Office Depot isn't open on Sundays, but that's okay because Staples is just two blocks away. I find my pen at Staples and realize at the checkout counter that I don't have my wallet. Okay, quick trip home and back, pay, back home again. I'm not home five minutes when the fire alarm goes off (this happened a couple months ago, apparently it's a common thing here with the students.) So I grab my laptop, my drive with everything on it, throw them in my bag and proceed down the stairs. I love fire alarms, they're fun. They get everybody out of the building and give the firemen plenty of practice:

So what was this about, you ask? Noodles left on the stove. So sad these GW students never had any cooking skills. Maybe that would explain the guy I saw in the hall jumping up and down at the fire alarm. Was he thinking he could get the smoke away from the alarm?

I love my boring life.