07.13.04 Last night, still exhausted from weekend fun in the city, I decided to skip The Daily Show and grab some sleep. I had an early morning meeting (scored a freelance copy writing gig, go me!) and wanted to feel fresh and creative.
At around 3:15 a.m. I woke up from a dream to discover that the dude had wandered upstairs. He is known to wake up in the middle of the night with the burning desire to write. I shrugged it off as another one of his creative impulses and rolled over.
Then I heard him pick up the phone and start dialing. Who the fuck was he calling at 3:30 in the morning? A friend overseas? Phone sex?!? Shit, it's raining so hard I can't hear what's he's saying.
"Dude??? What's going on? What are you doing up?"
"There's a leak and the kitchen is covered in water. I don't know what the fuck to do!"
Ugh. Needless to stay I stumbled out of bed, and climbed upstairs to stare blearily at the sopping mess. Ew. Drizzling from the ceiling fan/light fixture was dirty smelly rust coloured water. There was also a heavy downpour coming from a huge wet spot in the corner.
Good in a crisis, the dude had buckets in place and a mop in hand. He suggested I grab some old towels from downstairs. I did my best to help out but I was so tired and out of it I was pretty useless.
He tried calling our landlords upstairs again but they didn't hear the phone. Finally we decided to try shutting off the water. Slowly, the stream grew less intense. We did our best to clean up and then crawled back into bed.
I eventually fell asleep. I woke up this morning badly in need of a shower and caffeine but there was none to be had. We managed to get in touch with our upstairs neighbour and it was determined to be caused by a disconnect in their washing machine. Problem solved, I stumbled to my meeting with serious bedhead.
Fortunately, the meeting went well. Later on, as I paused to buy a quick Tshirt in the mall on my way home, the sales girl chatting me up commented " I like your hair, it's funky."