the top floor is a must

remind me to tell you about the time a pipe burst in our apartment at 3 in the morning.

okay, fine, i'll tell you now.

a pipe burst in our apartment at 3 am. Well, see, it wasn't IN our apartment. how did we find out? our dear Anthony called to tell us but before we could even get the call, another neighbor started pounding on our door. this was a rather unpleasant way to wake up. apparently our neighbors thought we had decided to take an early morning shower and died with the water running. when we open the door, they seemed disappointed to find us alive and asked if we had left our shower or sink running. no, no we did not, we turn those things off, along with the lights, before we go to bed.

turns out, it was a pipe located somewhere between our apartment and the one below us which means Anthony is not happy - his ceiling caved in. bet hearing my footsteps wouldn't be so bad now (i kid!). and the people below him? water coming into their apartment too. we actually got lucky and only had water in our kitchen. everyone and their mother called the landlord (at 3am), who lives out in Tuscaloosa, Long Island who advised us to turn off the water, which we did. that was fun too.

so now you don't need to remind me.