Apparently Basil didn’t need too much sleep after showing up early this morning from his first party night in Chicago.

I was locked out of my condo…and here’s what happened.

My IT husband and I got up early to watch the sunrise over Lake Michigan across the street at Belmont Harbor. It’s fun to sit on the beach there by the sailboat to watch the sky turning colors. We left the house about 5:30 and Basil was still snoring, stretched out on my son’s futon with the TV blaring the Cartoon Network. We turned the TV off and headed out.

After the sunrise, IT man and I went for coffee at Starbucks in honor of Starbucker, thinking he deserved a toast of some kind after having dealt with this code-writing donkey and his entourage. I had the latte. IT man had an expresso. I also had the lemon pound cake.

We got back an hour or so later. Tried our key and it didn’t work. Basil had turned the deadlock. Apparently he’d also invited 20 or 30 of his closest friends over, because the noise was quite defeaning.

So we waited for the locksmith…more news later…