So Kate and I get back from the Fountains of Wayne concert at Lee’s Palace, which was totally wonderful — acoustic versions of “Stacy’s Mom” and “Red Dragon Tattoo”! — and we find that our apartment has, um …

… wet itself.

It is now well after five in the morning, and I’ve just said goodbye to the small strike team that’s been trooping through the house trying to figure out where the water is coming from — an irrigation system seems to be the best bet, except that our building isn’t supposed to have an irrigation system.

The next shift will arrive around eight or so, I’m told.

Meanwhile, as a reminder that things can always be worse, here’s my Metro review of “Hostel Part II“.