So a tree fell on the power lines or some shit, and our house lost power for a little while on Saturday. After several minutes of fumbling around in the dark, cursing Christine for cleaning the living room and therefore putting away the matches in some unknown dark drawer instead of leaving them in their proper place in the middle of the kitchen table, we managed to light a candle to enable us to sit around and sulk in minimal light. We soon decided that wasn't gonna work, so we left and tried to entertain ourselves at the Wilton Mall, but that lasted like 15 minutes, and when we got back, there was still no power. So we did what any self-respecting college student would do when forced to cope without internet or tv when it was just way to early to go downtown: we busted out the flashlight my stepdad got me as part of a "Y2K Survival Kit" and drank Irish Car Bombs in its loving glow.
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