Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Makhaut, right? And today in Firhouse was just... wow. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I hit the streets of Firhouse, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this place, but today? Ugh. I strolled down Main Street, dodging the usual crowd. You know, the ones who think they own the sidewalk. Like, dude, move it or lose it!
Then I swung by the Firhouse Park. Beautiful spot, right? But today, it was packed. Kids screaming, dogs barking, and some guy blasting music like he was at a festival. I’m like, bro, this ain’t Electric Picnic! Chill out! I just wanted to sit on a bench and sip my coffee in peace. But nooo, that wasn’t happening.
So, I finally found a spot, and I’m just about to take a sip when—BAM! A frisbee hits me right in the face. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” I look up, and it’s a bunch of teenagers laughing their heads off. I mean, come on! I’m not a target practice! I threw the frisbee back, and they just cheered. Like, really? You think that’s funny?
After that, I needed a breather. I decided to head over to the Firhouse Market. You know, the one on Oak Street? It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I go over. She’s super sweet, right? But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted some raspberry jam!” But she’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a raccoon. I mean, I’m glad Mr. Whiskers is a hero, but I just wanted to buy some jam and bounce.
Finally, I grab my jam and head out. I’m feeling a bit better, right? But then I see this street performer on Firhouse Lane. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s all in, and the crowd is loving it. I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. Then, outta nowhere, he drops a torch! It rolls right to my feet. I’m like, “Nope, not today!” and I jump back like a scared cat. The crowd laughs, and I’m just standing there, red-faced.
By now, I’m exhausted. I decide to head home, but of course, I take the long way. I stroll down Firhouse Avenue, thinking about life. You know, the usual stuff. Like, why do we even have to adult? Can’t we just eat pizza and watch cartoons forever?
As I’m walking, I pass by the old cinema. It’s been there forever, and I remember sneaking in as a kid. I used to think it was magical. Now it’s just kinda sad. I mean, come on, Firhouse! We need to bring back the magic!
Finally, I get home, and I’m just done. I plop on the couch, jam in hand, and think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I laughed, I got mad, I was surprised. But that’s Firhouse for ya. It’s chaotic, it’s wild, but it’s home. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to more crazy days in Firhouse! Bring it on!