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Friday, November 10, 2006
Lights Out.
Written last night, around 7:30.The power in our building is out. Again. The last time this happened, we were panicking about getting our wedding invitations stuffed in time. This time, its just annoying. Jason is at his boxing class, and my grand plans for the evening all involved electric—vacuuming, cooking, editing for Street Sense, bad television, holiday shopping online, trying to catch Christine on AIM. We’ve been without power since about 3:30 and the powers that be at Pepco have said that we should have electric again around 4 a.m. Awesome!
We’re actually fairly lucky. We’ll have hot running water pretty much no matter what and the cell phones have alarm clocks. A bajillion places deliver food, we own enough candles to illuminate a small third world country (but ask if we can find a working flashlight…ha!), and for now, I have the laptop. If I weren’t so lazy, I could go out, but that would mean relighting all the candles and that would be a pain in the ass.
The building next door has power—we’re on a different grid than they are, even though the buildings are connected through the basement—so I went down to the gym for awhile. The leasing office is closed (I still say they should have to stay here when something like this happens) but the poor maintenance guys are stuck here. At least their office is in the other building. They’ve run uber-extension cords from the basement of that building through the stairwells and into ours. I kind of feel like there should be backup lights in the halls and stairwells that have an emergency generator or something, but I guess we’re just not that cool. Its all kind of jury rigged and looks pretty ghetto, but its nice to have light.
I decoded to try putting some thought into a pre-birthday gathering, since I’ll be at home for the actual day this year (yay!), so I scrounged up a phone book from the lobby and made a reservation. A handful of people were sitting around up there reading papers and talking on phones. I think its about the closest to busy as I’ve seen it.
My fingers are crossed big time that the food in the fridge survives the night. Doesn’t it just figure that we just bought a gallon of milk?
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