So at 8 in the morning on Saturday it sounded like somebody upstairs just started pounding away with about a million hammers. We all knew they were doing repairs to the balconies and my other roommates took off pretty fast because sleep was futile. I, on the other hand was pretty hungover so I held on until about 10am. At this point the racket was getting so loud I figured they must be getting close to our floor. Grumpy and curious to see if I could spot them I got out of bed and pulled open the curtains.

And there they were on the balcony... and there I was... should have put on pants.

True Story. And  Kyote captured the moment beautifully.