milestone: of paddles and tennis rackets

friday night becky and i got home around 2am after our last, first september weekly meeting after chilling at east side's and kirsten's. becky went straight to bed while i dilly-dallied. around 3 am in the morning as i drifted off to sleep i heard footsteps coming up the stairs along with sounds of muffled voices. at first i thought it was becky, but then i realized that one; the voices were too low and two; there were voiceS not a voice. there were guys in our house....outside of our bedrooms.

but i was prepared. i was ready for such an incident as this. i went to my closet grabbed my dbr paddle, woke up becky, and gave her my tennis racket. and that's as far as we got...i pictured myself bashing the intruders over the head with my paddle, but we were both too scared to go downstairs. so after deliberating for a bit, we called the po-po's on my cell phone which had a weird siren thing go off, which is why this is a "milestone" post. it was the first time for both of us to call 911. the lady on the other end was somewhat rude and condescending and so were the police who finally came after 40 minutes. if we were really being attacked, we would've been dead by then....

but i suppose this makes for a funny story.

the moral of the story? always remember to lock your front doors.

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sorry to have left you all hanging. somehow i assumed in my mind that you all knew what had happened. it turns out that they left. we're assuming that they were drunken boys who went into the wrong house after a kegger or something. we were not robbed.