You know what sucks? When the power goes out. You know what sucks even harder? When the power goes out, and you’re in a new apartment, and you don’t remember where you put the flashlight, you can barely find the lighter to light the candles, and you’re all alone in a pitch black apartment with nothing to do.
Last night around 7:30, the power went out at The Rock. I was in the middle of watching last week’s Project Runway episode that I missed. (That’s a story in and of itself.) Then all of sudden, everything went out with a flicker. A moment later, the power came back, and I thought I was back to my SJP enhanced life. But nnnooooo, it went right back out. And it stayed out. FOR THREE HOURS!
Pretty much everything I own needs to be plugged into a functional outlet in order to be entertaining. The exception is my large collection of books. (Still in boxes, thank you very much.) Seriously, though, I don’t know how people managed to read by candlelight. There was no way. Of course, the candles I have are much more about wafting froo-froo scents than they are about casting a decent light.
So, I called my mom. She rattled off a list of possibly entertaining activities for a dark evening. Make cocoa – I don’t have any cocoa. Make tea – all my tea is caffeinated, and I didn’t want to be up all night. Unpack the books – I said entertaining. Listen to the radio – I don’t have a battery powered radio. All of her suggestions just reminded me how lame my apartment is. It was a noble effort on her part, but it really wasn’t too helpful.
The power finally came back on at 10:30. I got to see a little Sex and the City before I went back to sleep, but alas, they were done rerunning P.R., so hopefully I’ll be able to catch the end later.
Overall, I would say last night was very lame.