I awoke this morning and stumbled forth to greet the world with a tired mumble. Great was my confusion, yea, and loud also, as I entered an almost pitch-black corridor and shouted: "What the fuck is going on??" For lo, the lights had been covered with cellophane of vermillion and azure hue. I was now residing in my floor's "Red Light District"! As I wended my merry way to the conveniences, I nearly concussed myself on a cardboard star dangling gaily from the ceiling. Long and inventive was my swearing.

Upon completing my business, however, I was in greater cheer, for I had remembered that tonight was the 3B SIGN, that most hallowed and venerable of floor parties (not like the sodding upstart contraptions of the other floors), and 'twas for this reason that the corridors were thusly bespangled.

So that's where I'm going to be tonight. Cheers!