Stupid, Stupid Hurricane
To make matters worse (see below) Monday was supposed to be a really good day... the start to a really good week. First of all, the ABC college football game was postponed because of Hurricane Frances. That meant that I wouldn't have to work late... always a bonus, considering that Monday Night Football starts next week, meaning seventeen straight Mondays when I'm working until at least 1:30 am.
After the 6:00 newscast ended, Cory showed back up at the station. Turns out the power was out at our apartment, the start of major power outages across the city. The remnants of Now-Tropical Storm Frances had brought some pretty big gusts of wind and rain to our area, and power lines were down everywhere. So, on his day off, Cory was stuck either: a) sitting at home in the dark, or b) at work on a holiday. He chose work, hung out, watched tv, and messed around on the computer.
For the next several hours, we called home every fifteen minutes or so, hoping that the answering machine would kick in, a clear indicator that power had returned. No luck. Once I had exhausted all of my weekly busy work, it was about 1am, and we resigned ourselves to returning home and sitting around in the dark. For normal people, a dark house at 1am wouldn't be a problem. They'd just go to bed. But we're not normal. For us, that would be the equivelant of going to bed at seven or eight at night.
So we got home, and lit every candle in the apartment. That, in itself, was a little strange. I'm sure that my female readers can associate with this. See, whenever a holiday rolls around, and a friend doesn't know what to give me, they purchase a nice scented candle. Vanilla, peach, mulberry, pine. You name it, I've got it. I rarely burn them. Last night, they were all lit at once. The apartment looked like an 18th century whorehouse and smelled like a bizarre produce section.
How did we kill time? We played Trivial Pursuit by candlelight. Cory won. I was still trying to get my yellow (history) pie piece.
In case you're curious, his question was, "What continent's macrozamia tree lives for 7,000 years?" Even if you know nothing about botany, at least there's a 1-in-6 shot of getting it right. He guessed Australia, which was the correct answer.
The power came on at 9:30 this morning. Stupid hurricane.
To make matters worse (see below) Monday was supposed to be a really good day... the start to a really good week. First of all, the ABC college football game was postponed because of Hurricane Frances. That meant that I wouldn't have to work late... always a bonus, considering that Monday Night Football starts next week, meaning seventeen straight Mondays when I'm working until at least 1:30 am.
After the 6:00 newscast ended, Cory showed back up at the station. Turns out the power was out at our apartment, the start of major power outages across the city. The remnants of Now-Tropical Storm Frances had brought some pretty big gusts of wind and rain to our area, and power lines were down everywhere. So, on his day off, Cory was stuck either: a) sitting at home in the dark, or b) at work on a holiday. He chose work, hung out, watched tv, and messed around on the computer.
For the next several hours, we called home every fifteen minutes or so, hoping that the answering machine would kick in, a clear indicator that power had returned. No luck. Once I had exhausted all of my weekly busy work, it was about 1am, and we resigned ourselves to returning home and sitting around in the dark. For normal people, a dark house at 1am wouldn't be a problem. They'd just go to bed. But we're not normal. For us, that would be the equivelant of going to bed at seven or eight at night.
So we got home, and lit every candle in the apartment. That, in itself, was a little strange. I'm sure that my female readers can associate with this. See, whenever a holiday rolls around, and a friend doesn't know what to give me, they purchase a nice scented candle. Vanilla, peach, mulberry, pine. You name it, I've got it. I rarely burn them. Last night, they were all lit at once. The apartment looked like an 18th century whorehouse and smelled like a bizarre produce section.
How did we kill time? We played Trivial Pursuit by candlelight. Cory won. I was still trying to get my yellow (history) pie piece.
In case you're curious, his question was, "What continent's macrozamia tree lives for 7,000 years?" Even if you know nothing about botany, at least there's a 1-in-6 shot of getting it right. He guessed Australia, which was the correct answer.
The power came on at 9:30 this morning. Stupid hurricane.
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