It’s been a Dick Van Dyke opening-theme kind of night. Pizza arrives around midnight and since everyone but me has gone to bed, there are no lights on outside my room. So I’m stumbling about while the dogs bark, hit the dogs’ water bowl, get slimy water in my shoe, and finally make it to the door. Then the guy tells me he doesn’t have a pen. Afterward the 2-liter explodes on me.
