My hero, the burglar

Okay, both are Dan. But seriously, he just broke into our apartment using my George Mason student ID.

We'd been to dinner at the Canoe Club, one of Hanover's nicest. Imagine low lighting, live music - think piano/bass not acoustic guitar - a fab wine list and an impressive beer selection. I dined on butternut squash bisque and pasta primavera, Dan had mussels and the steak. We paid the check, strolled home and... no keys.

I've been locked out loads of times, but I generally depend on Dan to be less flighty. Still, we don't panic, though it is Saturday night, post 8pm and neither of us has the number of our property manager. Instead, Dan determines quite rationally that we should break in. It was either the credit card or climbing the balcony (to break through the screen door.) I am very glad method #1 worked as I can't imagine Dan - anyone - scaling our balcony.

Still, I'm beyond impressed.

And, as an afterthought, slightly concerned about our general safety.