Let me start out by saying that the area of Spokane we live in is called Brown's Addition. And it's a historic area with mostly apartment buildings and old mansions, which are pretty cool. And apparently, up until a few years ago, it was filled primarily with meth addicts and crazy people. Right, ok, but it's cleaned up quite a bit since then and is now an affordable place to live, mostly a lot of students, etc. This is a picture I took of our apartment when we first moved in.
That being said, let me tell you about Tuesday night.
Tuesday nights are workshop nights, and so all three genres in the program have workshop class and often after class we all go and meet up at this bar around the corner from the school.
This Tuesday was my friend Geneva's birthday, so a bunch of us went out and I was the dd and drove everyone home around midnight. Well, I get home and, after struggling to find a parking spot on the street I get out of my car about a block down from our building and realize that there is a cop car parked outside our apartment, but it doesn't have any lights on and its just sitting there.
'Hmm', I think, 'that's kind of weird.'
And of course, crazy, paranoid woman that I am, I start worrying. So I get out of my car and walk, admittedly a bit fast, up to our apartment building. And on my way up I notice something.
And I think, 'wow, that's odd, what a strange, red colored patch on the porch. Huh, and another one. Oh, and a lot more large splotches. Um, and it's running down the door. Oh my god!'
Yep, ladies and gentlemen, there was blood all over our front porch and down our door. Needless to say, I freaked out a bit and basically ran upstairs.
We still don't know what happened, luckily the blood has now been cleaned up. I'm sure it was nothing, but late at night if you came home to that, I think you'd be a bit concerned to. So, yeah. That was the excitement of my week.
