Happy Birthday, Amerika!

Headed home from a party off of Piedmont Park, we were witness to an impressive fire in an apartment building last night.

As we were leaving, and walking to our car, one of our friends came running up and told us that the building we had parked in front of was on fire. John and Leslie managed to make it past the building to the car before the flames really started, but Ileana and I were lagging behind. It was hard to tell which building was on fire, since we didn’t hear the original story.

As we headed up the street, pretty much unaware of how serious the fire was, the fire trucks pulled up, and the next thing we knew, flames were shooting out over our heads from the second story window above us. It was incredibly hot. We were driven back, but John and Leslie were able to get to the car and move it before anything happened.

Here’s some pictures I took with my cellphone. They are bad, but you get the idea.

The flames really felt like the came out of nowhere. One second there was a little smoke, the next second, a huge fireball spitting out the window. I believe everyone got out of the building ok.