I was at Priscilla and Leash's place last night when suddenly, this girl was kicked off of American Idol and then just as suddenly, the power went out in the building. And when it all went dark, they say, is when all the fun began. At Priscilla and Leash's apartment, it's apparently OK to lean out the window and shout at people below, in fact, it's down right encouraged and expected.
Priscilla, talking out one window: What's going on out here? Did somebody die again? I want something to happen!
Moi, talking out a different window: How come no one else is curious and leaning out the window like us? Don't they want to know?
Priscilla: Oh, there's a guy downstairs. I was talking to him.
Moi (look out window, see guy waving up): Hi, guy, how are you?
Guy: Hi!
It was the most fun I'd had in years. Especially with Leash's flashlight (kept in a special Ziploc bag) and hand cranked radio. Then later, all these fire engines and police motorbikes and OnStar vans came out, so we took a stroll to try to see what was happening. Priscilla practiced her line of "how am I supposed to get my car out now?" at least 3 times as we wandered around the block, trying to get closer to the police tape and figure out what exactly went on. But alas, the power came on just in time for Top Chef eliminations and we all went to sleep after that, completely forgetting about why the blackout happened in the first place. You know, I don't think we'd make very good detectives, or even survivors, but TV and screaming out windows sure are fun.
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