When the party's over, it will start again

While I was upstairs having noodles with my housemates, one of their kitchen cabinets fell off the wall. It went like this: P. opened the cabinet to get a glass, and the screws holding the top of the cabinet both came loose, so it tried to rotate downward. He caught it, but a few glasses fell out and smashed on the floor, and we emptied the cabinet while he held it up. We ended up taking it the rest of the way off the wall, because there was no other safe thing to do. I bet now they feel the same way I felt the second time the ceiling fell in. It's like being betrayed, but by a building.