My life is a movie plot
I had a rockin' party (see below). I messed up the house. I have 36 hours to get the house back to perfection. Tick, tick, tick...
Scene 1: Saturday Morning
Once everyone was gone, I went to survey the damage. The carpet was a disaster. I don't have any before or after pictures, but it was horrible. I started using the Resolve carpet cleaner. Worthless. But I did notice a a LOT of suds, at which point I noticed the bottle of Tide on the bar.
Cut to me with buckets (yes, buckets) of water and a wet vac trying to rinse the Tide out of the carpet before it gets sticky and crunchy. Three hours pass.
Scene 2: Saturday Afternoon
The white carpet is now orange. I freak out. Then I find the Oxy Clean 2. I spend the next 2 hours on my hands and knees with a toothbrush and a stack of white cotton towels. Finally the carpet starts to look better. I decide to let it dry, and as I set up the fan I notice a chair pulled to the side. It's a month old. It's beautiful and tan, and a third of it is purple. Oh shit. Oxy clean again, except it turns bright blue. I hope it looks better when it dries.
Scene 3: Sunday Morning
It's snowing again, and the diffuse natural light falls on the carpet and the chair. The chair is still blue. I hit it with Oxy Clean 2 again. And I hope.
The carpet is still slightly orange, but much better. I hit it with Oxy Clean 2 again.
Scene 4: Sunday Afternoon
I clean the stove, finish the dishes and the laundry, the carpet looks fine. I vacuum. At this point, I just accept my fate, whatever it may be.
The power goes out (it's still snowing). The landlord comes home and I immediately confess. We both survey the disaster area and agrees that everything is clean. Actually he's less concerned with the mess, than he is that everyone had a good time. I relay the details of the evening, and he is very impressed. "I'm just disappointed that you didn't invite me."