Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Perfect timing
I managed to make it through three episodes of Felicity before the power went out. In an unusually well-timed move (at least for my power), it went out just as I was finishing heating up the sauce for my spaghetti. So while I didn’t get to spend much of the hurricane with Scott Speedman, I also didn’t starve, which is a good thing.
After I finished my spaghetti and did some proofreading by the light of my new candlesticks, I got in the car and headed over to stay with my friend Chris, who still had power. (Before you say anything, I realize that driving during a hurricane was possibly not the smartest move, but I can assure you that it was much less perilous than driving in a blizzard. Not that I was actually driving then, per se, but I was the only one seeing there for a while, so it counts.) Anyway, Chris wouldn’t indulge my Felicity obsession (I need to educate him on the finer points of Scott Speedman, apparently), so we made popcorn and drank wine and watched a movie (Clockwatchers) until we (and by “we,” I mean “I”) started to nod off. Just as I had gotten into bed, finished reading a chapter of my book, and got ready to turn out the light, his power went out. Nice timing once again, power.
I managed to make it through three episodes of Felicity before the power went out. In an unusually well-timed move (at least for my power), it went out just as I was finishing heating up the sauce for my spaghetti. So while I didn’t get to spend much of the hurricane with Scott Speedman, I also didn’t starve, which is a good thing.
After I finished my spaghetti and did some proofreading by the light of my new candlesticks, I got in the car and headed over to stay with my friend Chris, who still had power. (Before you say anything, I realize that driving during a hurricane was possibly not the smartest move, but I can assure you that it was much less perilous than driving in a blizzard. Not that I was actually driving then, per se, but I was the only one seeing there for a while, so it counts.) Anyway, Chris wouldn’t indulge my Felicity obsession (I need to educate him on the finer points of Scott Speedman, apparently), so we made popcorn and drank wine and watched a movie (Clockwatchers) until we (and by “we,” I mean “I”) started to nod off. Just as I had gotten into bed, finished reading a chapter of my book, and got ready to turn out the light, his power went out. Nice timing once again, power.
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