Went with my father and Step mom to see Book Of Mormon last week. AWESOME play!!! One of the best I've ever seen. While leaving the play I received a call from the property manager saying that water was pouring into the loft downstairs. Upon coming home I was greeted by over 130g of salt water, literally ankle deep. Tivo, my cat, appeared to be as thrilled as I was, trapped on what was once a bed, now an island. I walked into my loft, now powerless, and I must've stood there a good five minutes, unsure if I should act or cry. Still unclear as to how it happened, but it took a professional crew of five around an hour and a half to remove the water. Currently I have three HUGE dehumidifiers that running 24/7 to dry the place out. I actually had this nightmare the previous night, an actual precursor to this event.... The first time I've been out of my loft in over a year and this happens. The damage and loss in my loft is extreme, not to mention the coral in my reef... as is the damage to poor guy who lives beneath me.
