8:01pm: I hear gunshots in the distance while waiting for a taxi outside Taboo in Downtown
8:07pm: I get in the taxi, and the driver asks me if I heard the gunshots..I say “yes, but are you sure they aren’t fireworks?” (apparently I have yet to know the difference, and was secretly hoping that they were fireworks..) “No,” he says, “They definitely weren’t fireworks.” I feel like an idiot.
8:36pm: I receive a message from an American friend of mine who knows I work in Downtown that reads, “Um, mini war near downtown. be advised.”
8:43pm: I post on twitter, “Heard some gun shots when i was in downtown a couple of minutes ago, and now I hear there is a mini war? Any info ppl?”
8:58pm: I get a couple of responses from friends, as well as this, “Daniiiiii “war” is a big word… Don’t worry enjoy ur evening there’s nothing big :))” I feel like an idiot, again.
9:03pm: I respond, “thats what my friend called it..a “mini” war..😉 didn’t mean to add fire to the flame! should have said “clash.” sorry.”
9:04pm – 12:00am: I keep checking twitter, Naharnet, and Now Lebanon for updates. I’ve never heard of al-Ahbash, The Association of Islamic Charitable Projects. I still don’t know what triggered the fight. There were rumors that it started because of protests over Lebanon’s electricity crisis.
9:12am: I find out the clash began as as an argument over a parking spot. Three people are dead, and many are injured.
9:15am: I walk into the office, and talk to some of my co-workers about last night’s events. “Welcome to Lebanon,” they tell me.
This one was a little too close for comfort.