Fire! Fire!

Haha, when I typed the title to this post I had to smile to myself because it reminded me of my cute roommate, Anna, from freshman/sophomore year. She's from North Carolina and has the cutest accent, and once some toast caught on fire in the oven and throughout our apartment were heard screams of "Far! Far! Far!" Ah, good times. But anyway...

...so on Friday Jonathan and I went on a date. Like, a real live date, the first one in awhile (that happens when you have a baby). We ate at Macaroni Grill (ah I love it!) and then went to the nickelcade (well I guess technically it was Nickelmania or something). It was pretty much awesome. We were about to take pictures in a photo booth, when we heard a commotion, and someone was telling us to get out of the photo booth. We looked out the window and there was a car ON FIRE. As in, flaming flames coming out of the hood ("flames.....flames...on the side of my face" - can you name that movie?). It was so crazy, everyone just stood there for a minute, watching, and then the flames got bigger and bigger, so we all ran outside. The car was parked right next to the building, right by the photo booth we were in. There were like four fire trucks that showed up, and some police cars, and we had to wait around because our car was blocked in by the fire truck.

It was a pretty exciting date. Now we just have to go BACK to Nickelmania soon and use up the rest of our nickels. And get something *awesome* with our 99 tickets.