It’s my last night in Los Angeles. My best friend Nat, her roommate Jinkie, and I decided we were going to go out. To Barney’s Beanery. Specifically for Sunday night Karaoke. However, we never made it out because of the many warning signs the universe was giving us.

Earlier in the day we bought ingredients to make our own pizza. Yummy :p. We had just put our pizza in the oven and the fire alarm started blaring. UGHHH. We checked on the pizza and there seemed to be no problem, but we turned off the oven just in case our pizza was the cause. We went into the hallway for a second and learned that we were the only apartment whose alarm was going off. Nat gets on the phone with maintenance as we try to figure out how to shut it up and all of a sudden it stops. Sweet! Nevermind, it started again. With no success, we’re attempting to use a skateboard to reach the reset button on the alarm. All of a sudden it stops again. For real this time. Maintenance is nowhere to be seen. Thanks. Could’ve been burning alive, but classic (at least in my experience). fire alarm = 1st sign from the universe

We lost track of time while watching Below Deck and eating our pizza when all of a sudden it was 8pm, we were nowhere near ready, and had no bevs. As the season ended we decided it was time to get up and go to the store. Before leaving we see what we think is a shooting star in the sky! We gather by the window excitedly and quickly realize it is a rocket launch. Why oh why would that be happening? I am freaked. rocket launch = 2nd sign from the universe

We get to the liquor store and are ready to make our purchase, but alas we are stopped. Some lady had just shoved 4+ bottles into her purse and was trying to make a run for it. The owner was there and told her to show him her purse. She refused. He said she had already been there twice today trying to steal from him. They went back and forth for a while while we huddled in the opposing corner, as they were blocking the entrance. The conflict was getting heated and we were worried she possibly had a weapon. The owner asked us if we wanted to leave and we said yes. As we get close to the door the lady tries to escape while we leave, so we do not leave, back to the corner it is. She confesses to one bottle. The conflict remains. There goes another bottle. We’re getting closer. She then threatens to call the cops. The owner, with nothing to prove, says go right ahead. Finally, she leaves with no bottles to her name. lady trying to rob the liquor store = 3rd sign from the universe

Driving back to the apartment we are stopped on the road. There is a bike with neon lights that seems to be abandoned. We see a teenager come over to it, get on it, and ride in a circle. Strange. Very strange. That’s it for us. punk teenager on light up bike= 4th and final sign from the universe

We are all shook. Just a few seconds after that happened. We unanimously agree that there are way too many wack things going on. We are staying in.