another fine example that the cops can be cool...

after a fine night of partying at tokyo last night, we were a bunch of people looking for something other than going to bed to do... so our irish friends shane and gary invited us over... again. We had already been there after korova last sunday, at which point we had made fun of their handicapped midget of a barbecue that's missing a leg and that uses a brick as a wooden leg. as you may or may not know, the brick leg is the poor man's wooden leg. at least in ireland it is... so we thought we'd use jimmy this time... jimmy's the barbecue's name and jimmy's got a grill. so don't mess with jimmy.
so the irishmen fetched us some wood (ie: ikea bookshelves) to burn... and burn the wood did! we had a fun little fire going on until gary though it would be a good idea to put in all the wood at the same time (and that sweedish wood burns well... scandinavians are fond of fire)... the tiny fire rose to a blaze from hell and we soon witnessed flames as high as a meter and a half... meanwhile, 3 police cars drove by. 3!!!!! none stopped. then the fire died a little and i turn around and what do i see? a fire engine rushing down st-urbain in our direction. the fire engine slows down and parks right next to the house, followed by a cops car. one firefighter gets out of the truck, walking slowly towards us, zipping up his coat, we're all sitting there, drinking and smoking, he stops in front of us, doesn't say anything with this sort of look "but i was sleeping at the station, guys..." so i get up cause no one else does and i put the lid on jimmy and i look at the firefighter and say "that'll do it..." and he looks at me and smiles and says "yes".
meanwhile the cops get out of their car, flashlights, gloves, blablabla "who's responsible here?" (in french)... gary, who lives there, but has moved from ireland just a few months ago, doesn't speak french and has leanred in his country that to avoid trouble, you don't talk to the cops. so he's like "i don't live here"... i see trouble ahead, so i tell the firefighter that i'm gonna get some water and put that fire out faster. so i go back in and just as i'm walking down to the corridor, i bump into shane who's all excited "I FOUND MORE IKEA WOOD FOR THE FIRE!!!" and i'm like "dude, the cops and the firefighters are there... go tell gary to be nice" and he's like "the firefighters???" so i fill up a 2 liter bottle of coke with water and empty it on jimmy, the fire dies, the firefighter's like "well, ok..." and finally, heidy had managed to explain to the cops that gary didn't speak a word of french and that he wasn't from here, blablabla and got gary to give them his card, so the cops were like "next time we're here it's a fine that you'll get..."
so, they were assholes, but they only warned us, which is good... and the firefighters are so cool! while the cops were like "these damn kids with their drugs and loud parties!!!" the firefighter was like "oooh kids... them and their drugs and parties!"... well, i know it's pretty much the same, but it's a matter of how you say it.