Rise and shine

Eric and I were woken from sound sleep this morning at 6:48am by the ear-mangling banshee shriek of the building fire alarm.

Milling with our neighbors in front of the building while we waited for the firefighters to show up, it was clear that we were not the only ones who we had zealously enjoyed celebrating our nation's birthday the evening before, though what our neighbors didn't know is that we had actually been celebrating Mexican independence, with margaritas, burritos and five kinds of salsa. (Viva Mexico!)

When the firemen (finally) turned up it was clear that they too had found our nation's birthday to be a compelling reason to get leathered.

I was looking over at a group of neighbors that had gathered, all with small dogs, wondering which was the one that yaps incessantly day and night as though asking to be killed, and when I turned back to Eric to comment that we seem to have unwittingly chosen to live in a small-dog-person building, I found him curled in a ball, contentedly sleeping on the street.

This alone might not have concerned me but for the fact that Eric has previously said to me - I am not making this up - that he is jealous of homeless people "because they get to have dogs."