Alright, I think I'll start with my fire alarm story from band camp first (I have two fire alarm stories [img]smile.gif[/img] ). Well It was Tuesday, I believe, and we were all asleep in our beds. It was about 12:30 AM, and I was quite asleep, having quite pleasant dreams.
Well the alarm started going off in the hall, with flashing lights, voice recordings, the whole nine yards. I peeked out the door and didn't see anyone in the hallway. Mind you, I was still in my underwear and socks, so I couldn't do a very thorough check. [img]smile.gif[/img] I went back in the dorm, dressed in the clothes I was wearing the day before completely with tightly laced Airwalks. [img]smile.gif[/img] It just so happens that my roommate hadn't heard the alarms, nor was he awake. I muttered something to the unconscious Bob (that was seriously his name!) about going out to scope the situation and before I really knew what was happening I was taking off full speed down the hallway toward the stairs! When I got outside fire trucks and police cars were on the street, as were about 300 disgruntled males in their sleeping apparel (I seemed to have been the only one calm enough to dress before going out [img]tongue.gif[/img] ). The next day I asked the other people from Sallisaw, and most of them said that they slept right through it! And on the way back to the dorm from the Music Center I passed Bob... he accused me of leaving him to die. *shrug* It's a fun story, I have a few others too. [img]smile.gif[/img] My little cult of breakdancers is very entertaining.
