This weekend was perfect, until ...

We got shot at on Saturday. Seriously. For real. It was scary.

Saturday night I was sitting in Omernik’s living room with Sammie, her sister Annie, Phil, Ryan, Basement John and Omernik. We were playing some card games at the table, when we heard a bunch of fireworks go off in the backyard.

We didn’t think anything of it, assuming it was some people screwing off in the parking lot behind the backyard. Ten minutes later, we heard some more go off in the front yard, then heard glass breaking. After looking at each other, someone went outside to see what had broken.

We looked at the front window, by the TV, and there was a bullet hole in it.

The hole was pretty small, so at first we thought it was just someone screwing around with a BB gun. Then we walked to the back of the house and saw that there were dents in some of the cars, and the driver-side window of Ryan’s car was broken, with a similar-looking hole in the window.

We called the cops. As expected, the Minneapolis PD took more than 45 minutes to show up. In the meantime, we huddled up next to the staircase, where there are no windows, so we didn’t get shot or anything.

A few months ago, they had a roommate there that wasn’t paying the rent. John asked him if he was planning on paying, and this roommate went into a diatribe about all his problems, and how he had a gun, sword and knife in his room. He said he was going to commit suicide.

John called the cops, and they hauled him off to the psych ward at the Hennepin County Medical Center. He apparently called them later, and was super pissed at them, and he said that he better get the gun back that the police took from him. I think John said it was a pellet gun.

Earlier in the day on Saturday, when we got back to Omernik’s house after the Gopher football game, there was a huge hole in the bumper of Sammie’s car, and a similar-sized dent in the license plate of John’s car.

So anyway, we’re pretty convinced it was this crazy guy shooting at us, since I can’t think of a lot of other people that have that kind of grudge.

When the cops showed up, we showed them where the bullet hole in the window was. We expected them to blow it off, but then they started getting all serious and saying it was a hole from a .22. Scary! Then they took their flashlights and started looking at different marks in the wall where they thought the bullet might have ricocheted, one of which was about four feet from where I was sitting.

Later, the cops said it might have been a pellet gun, which would make sense. I was less freaked out until I looked on Wikipedia where it says the US government classifies pellet guns as a “deadly weapon.”

Scary, huh?

We bounce back, though, so as soon as the cops left we got the hell out of the house and went and sang karaoke at the Otter Stop.