Well . . . let me just tell you.
I sat down to write about the three sheriff's deputies in Baton Rouge who directed us to the Acme Oyster House tonight. Here's a shout-out to you if you should stumble upon this blog. It was reasonably priced and the food was great. The shrimp and crab gumbo was beyond great. I'm glad we found you in the other parking lot.
Since I'm a Texan, I was taught never to eat oysters in months that don't have an R in them. June is one of those. So I passed up the oysters. But there were plenty of other choices, and I was stuffed when we left.
So we came back to the hotel.
Live-in Handyman checked his email then went to bed. He was already asleep, snoring softly. Then it began. The fire alarm went off. At first I didn't realize what it was. Maybe 15-20 seconds. It was a little muted through the walls and door.
I'm surprised I didn't panic. But I felt the door. Then opened it. No more mute. No smoke. Live-in Handyman said, "What's happening?" Bed hair and groggy eyes and all.
Thirty seconds later we were in the stairwell.
Two engines and the fire captain arrived within three minutes after we were outside.
I didn't get the full gist of what happened. Live-in Handyman won't let me eavesdrop or ask leading questions. My sweet protector :)
Something about a fire extinguisher dropping and going off??? Anyone know?
I'll find out in the morning. We should be back home tomorrow, so I'll give you a full report.