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Last night I came home from work to the sound of … bongo drums.

There was a bongo drum party going loud and proud at 1:30am in the apartment below mine. I think that that is sign number one that it’s going to be an extremely long year.

By the time I actually got to sleep at about 2:30 the drumming had mercifully stopped. If it had gone on any longer I would have had to call the police (again) and then I really would have felt like the bitch of the apartment complex. Like, yes it is Friday night, but that doesn’t mean nobody works Saturday morning. Also, bongo drums? Come on now.

So, I went to bed at 2:30ish, when I woke up I had no clue what time it was because ta da! Our power had gone out! This is the first time we’ve had a real outage (not just a blinker) since I moved to this area.

I just rolled over and went back to bed, only to be woken up by my roommate at 10:20ish because she was worried about the food in the fridge. It comes out that she had already cleaned out the fridge. Aah! The power hasn’t been out for more than six hours. Calm down and keep the door to the fridge shut.

Sheesh. Cleaning out the fridge during the first hours of a power outage.

We then sat on the couch and came to the slow realization that, at 10:30, it was too early to call anyone we knew in IV to see if their power was off as well. And none of the businesses opened until 11. Sign number two that you live in a college town.

I finally came up with the bright idea of calling Southern California Edison to report the outage. And apparently I was the only person in all of IV who had thought to do so, because when the lady checked the power grid she said that most of the town was out and that she was surprised that I was the first person to call.

In what I think is a reward for my civic-minded ways our power seems to be the first to have come back on. It toyed with us for a little while, going up and down just as I got the computer booted up and was in the act of clicking on Netscape. But it has now been up for about 20 minutes and looks good to stay there.

I’m going out to lunch with a friend who also doesn’t want to open her fridge. I wasn’t going to spend any more “eating out” money this week, but I think this qualifies as an emergency.

12:36 p.m. August 28, 2004

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