So all of the water activity reminded me of one rainy Saturday morning when I was living in Orange. I was in the habit of going to bed in the early morning hours and sleeping until after noon. I don’t remember hearing the knocks on my door, but I did wake up after that. At the time, the bass player and his girlfriend, the guitarist and I were all living in a 3-bedroom condo. The couple had gotten up for work that morning to find that our greenhouse window box in the kitchen had filled with water and had flooded the kitchen and dining room. I got up and Trey was already downstairs. We accessed the situation and it turns out the gutters above the window had filled up due to there not being much rain and not being cleaned out, so a continual heavy flow of water was pouring down on the window box and pouring into the seam between the window and the wall. The others went to work and we were left to clean up the situation on our own. We decided to make it a party. I was into having cheap California champagne every day and it was time for mimosas. So we opened a few bottles and got started. Trey’s girlfriend had stayed the night and came down to enjoy the festivities. We turned on some music and got down to business. The rain was still coming down heavy and first we needed to drain the water out of the box. I punched a couple of holes in the metal bottom and it started to drain out onto the patio. That stopped the water from coming in, so next was to get as much of the water up as we could. We had to move the table and chairs from the dining room and pull back the carpet. I don’t remember all the details of the work that was involved. All I remember is that we took a potential pain-in-the-ass and turned it into a good time. By the time we got it cleaned up to our satisfaction, we all had a good buzz on and it turned into a rainy day with an underlying artistic vibe.