disheveled

Work Boyfriend just informed me that I look disheveled.

Uh, thanks?

He’s right, though, I am sorta disheveled this morning. In late last night from Happy-Hour-turned-Reunion with old Hungarian river pal, I noticed it was a bit chilly when I went to wash my face. So, down, down, down into the basement I went to check the boiler.

There was water everywhere.

Pretending I wasn’t made completely of vodka, I made the appropriate phone calls. I suspected frozen pipes and crawled into bed before all the heat left the house. But as it turns out, it was the upstairs neighbor’s hot water heater. I mean, poor saps and all, but I got my hot shower this morning, thank you, Water Gods.

However, waiting for me when I got out of the nice, warm shower, was an email from the Monkey Firm’s CEO. He’s giving a speech. Can I have a presentation ready for him by 9AM? I almost swallowed my tongue. It was half-past 7.

I threw on my clothes, tied my wet hair into a knot, tossed some clothes in a bag for my trip to NY and RAN out the door. In case you want to burgle me, my front door is unlocked (couldn’t find my keys and no time to look). Just mind the sleeping Roommate.