Last Thursday, my friend Brooke -- who will some day make the world's greatest mother -- hosted Pie Night, a semi-regular event that has become something of a tradition. This was my first taste of Pie Night, and it absolutely did not disappoint.
*I guess if I haven't already discussed this in a prior post, then I'm not really reiterating it, huh? Would I just be iterating it?**
**Did I just make the horrific leap into Dad joke territory?
About the time we had all finished stuffing ourselves with the pies and some sides of fries and salad, we heard a blood-curdling scream come from the building next to us. Our first reaction as a group was to laugh; not sure why, but it came fairly naturally. Then someone said, "Hold on, that actually sounded kind of serious." And then the screaming actually continued, this time outside. We went out to see what was going on, and across the street, we made out a guy and girl in a bit of a struggle. They broke apart, and the guy headed off down the street.
Even now, several days later, we're not exactly sure what happened, but it seems like this guy broke into the girl's apartment and snatched her laptop. She actually went after him, and what we briefly saw in the darkness outside was her trying to get the laptop back off of him. Yet to add to our confusion, there was a car stopped in the middle of the road with a bike lying in front of it. But there was no rider. Very strange.
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