S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT!

What you are looking at is what my room looked like at 0900 this morning. Let me Terrentino it for you. Let's go back to 0200, the wee hours of Sunday morning.
I spent Saturday night completely enthralled with old ER episodes I had on my DVR and didn't go to bed until about 0130. As I'm getting comfortable and trying to force Prada to snuggle with me, I hear a big crash. I think "ok the neighbors are drunk, they just dropped something." Then I hear what I believe to be Niagra Falls coming down on my bedroom ceiling. It wasn't thirty more seconds and it was in fact "raining" in my room. What happened you say?
Another one of my neighbors and somehow broken the entire tank off of the toilet causing this little agua-tastrophy. Being unable to get ahold of my landlord and not knowing how to turn off the water in my building, I first call the General figuring he'll be up, it's only 0200. No answer. I leave a message stating I haven't been arrested and to please call me back. Then I think that Drunk might be coherent enough at this point to at least give me some advice. No answer. I leave a message stating I have not been arrested and to please call me back.
The water is now running in multiple constant streams from my ceiling. I don't know what to do and don't want to wake anyone up but it's now 0230 and there's no stopping in sight.
I decide I have to call Big Bad. Answer. I tell him I haven't been arrested. He seems unhappy that I have called him at 0230 to tell him I haven't been arrested. I proceed to tell above story, He advises me to turn off the water. I find the valve in that back room of the basement where there is no light. I have a crappy flashlight that barely works and climb on an old dresser to turn off valve. I hit my head and am unable to turn valve because it's more rusty than (pick your favorite insult, I'm too tired from being up until 0400 dealing with this, and I'll have all of you know I was up by 0900). I talk to my neighbors again and they have turned off the valve to the toilet. Big Bad informs me that it may take a while to stop dripping if a lot of water ran before they turned it off. I let him go because there is nothing else to be done.
I then laid down the futon but could not go to sleep for the next hour because I had to continually check to see if any buckets were overflowing. THEN, at about 0300 loud music starts to play. I have no idea what the point of this is and try to ignore it. At 0330 I am so pissed off by the night's antics that I go upstairs and ask very nicely (for real) to turn it down and she runs over and turns it off and says "we're just about to head out anyway."

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING AT FOUR IN THE MORNING? A question that never was answered.

Finally at about 0400, the running water had subsided enough to go to sleep.

It was the best Saturday night ever.