So my friend Nils and I are sitting on my sofa watching 'Ashura'. It's somewhere between one and three o'clock in the morning and we're exhausted, dozing a bit, not even laughing at the ridiculous movie any more.

Suddenly there was a thumping sound from the front porch, and as we twist around to look towards the entry, the front door FLIES open and a strange woman stumbles into the room.

There was dead silence.

Nils and I stared wide eyed at the intruder, rudely shaken from our Japanese action movie induced trance, unable to make a sound. The tall woman was dressed in a long brown skirt and non-descript top. She stared at us for a long moment. Her eyes slowly got bigger.

Silence. Nils and I continued to give her our best deer-in-headlights look.

"WHOOPS!" the woman announced, flinging an arm in the air and slowly backing/stumbling towards the door. "Wrong house!" As she fled the premises she tossed in a quick "I am so sorry" as she hurriedly closed the door behind her.

Nils and I sat in silence for another long moment.

"I think I'm going to go lock your deadbolt," Nils said finally.

Ah, drunk people......