The Night The Lights Went Out In Jersey
And then it happened. The power went out.
At first, the lights just flickered, taunting me with a foreshadowing of what was to come. A second later everything went out, including the phone. Well, everything except for my trusty laptop, powered by the almighty backup battery. This came in surprisingly handy when trying to guide my way around what would have been an otherwise pitch black room.
By the light of my laptop screen I was able to find a small flashlight. I stumbled down the stairs. It was then we noticed a lot of houses were out. Not even a glimmer of a menorah or Christmas tree's lights shone in the distance. So I did what any self-serving person with nothing else to do in a blackout would do. I broke out a piece of pecan pie.
Something told me this could take awhile.
Before long, we were all bitching about the power being out. But then again, does anyone really ever admit to there being a good time for these sort of inconveniences? If it happens in the summer, we complain it's too hot. Winter? It's too cold. 8pm? Too early to go to bed and I can't watch TV. 3am? Now my alarm is gone and I won't know when to wake up! Yet, all in all I can objectively say there could definitely be worse times.
Still, I found myself begrudingly heading off to bed at 9:30 pm with a lack of nothing better to do but sleep. I don't know what my problem was. It's not like I'd be up that much later anyhow.
Lo and behold, after about ten minutes in bed, the power came back on. I sat straight up with glee. Yeah! I can watch the Real World/Road Rules Challenge after all! My world was bright again, and in more ways than one. It was at that very moment I realized two very important things; just how pathetic and electricity-ically co-dependent I was.
Then I decided whatever, just let there be light.