Thursday, July 19, 2007

Never A Dull Moment: Bay Ridge Edition

So, Girlfriend and I had finally settled down for the night... the drama from Midtown blowing up had subsided, I'd opened a bottle of wine, and Top Chef was on, soothing us with it's food-based competitions and the refreshing model-sass of Padma Lakshmi. At that moment, all was well.

Then the SWAT Team showed up:

That's the scene outside our building at about 10:30 last night. Apparently, and the details are still sketchy at this point, some kid barricaded himself into his apartment (which was around the corner from us), instigated a stand-off by shooting at the police, and then committed suicide. It was, and I don't mean this to sound like I'm taking the situation lightly, bananas.

More pics:

General Chaos

NOTE: Sadly, we couldn't get a good shot of all the SWAT Trucks. Black vehicles don't show up well when you're not using a flash (didn't want to draw attention to ourselves, lest it inspire the rooftop snipers to decide that we'd make for some good target practice before "the show").

The "Hostage Negotiation Team" Truck

NOTE: It's kind of hard to read, but that's what it says on the side of the truck there.

Ambulance, With Surrounding Crowd

NOTE: This was particularly freaky. Some woman, whom I can only assume knew one of the parties involved, completely lost her shit after it was all over. She was crying, wailing actually, and then she collapsed on the ground and started shaking like a Baptist preacher at a Revival. They had to strap her down to a gurney and take her away.



Anyway, that was our night. An interesting one, to be sure. If nothing else, it brought Girlfriend and I even closer together; you never know how much you really love someone until you, as a couple, witness your first large-scale police action. Incidentally, the whole day really made me feel like a bonafide New Yorker. Exploding streets, hostage situations, chaos and confusion right outside my door... just another day in Paradise.

Good times... good, terrifying, holy-shit-the-world's-ending, times...

8 Comments:

Anonymous highonmoxie said...

where the hell is spidey when you need him? where, i say?

9:44 AM  
Blogger Irish and Jew said...

wow, what a night! That is so awful, i wonder what made the kid do that, i'm sure we'll find out...

-J

9:52 AM  
Blogger Midwestern Gal said...

I wonder what kind of stuff they have in the Hostage Negotiation Team Truck...food, soda, games, plane tickets to Mexico?

9:54 AM  
Blogger Clinton said...

Moxie... Seriously. He didn't save us from the steam-pipe explosion, he didn't help out the SWAT Team. I swear, there's nothing I hate worse than a lazy-ass super hero.

Jew... Yeah, it's weird, I can't find anything about it in the papers today.

Gal Gotham... Can't believe I forgot to mention this, BEST QUOTE OF THE EVENING...

Girlfriend: "They're taking something out of the SWAT Team truck... it's either weapons... or soda..."

10:13 AM  
Blogger blythe said...

holy shitballs.

i love that your instinct was to take photos.

10:37 AM  
Blogger Colleen said...

Oyyyy.
Yeah, you know what? I've had enough of those true New Yorker moments for now. Screw you guys, ah'm goin' South.

11:07 AM  
Blogger brookLyn gaL said...

There's little I hate more than not knowing why there are a bunch of cops outside of your apartment. Not that I have anything to hide...

12:21 PM  
Blogger stewpid said...

hahaha this made me think of the hostage negotiator guy in "Best in Show" -- "It's a little secret from the trade: They all jump."

3:27 PM  

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