We woke up at 9am yesterday, completely on accident, but it worked out for the best. Aaron cleaned while I moaned from a tummy-ache (whether or not it actually existed Aaron will never know) and then we cashed his check and went on to Target. What should have been a twenty-minute drive took an hour, due to my severe lack of direction and the not-surprising-but-annoying-nontheless holiday traffic into the mall parking lot. Of our purchases, the most exciting was Aaron's Christmas gift, the Simpson's Hit and Run.
So we get back to the apartment and settle in for an evening of video-game-playing and chocolate-eating when, right as we were both getting into the game, the power magically goes out. We light the candles and prepare to go bitch at the manager when a glance outside shows that the only light that could be seen was that of candles. A little research shows that 120,000 residents, or a third of the city, was without power thanks to an unexplained fire. We bought a six-pack of beer from a vendor who opened just for us (and ended the transaction with, "Thanks, boss"), and went to the roof to observe the nothingness. Once we were back inside, the blackness was intoxicating so we watched Futurama on my computer and fell asleep at, like, 8pm.
The power was back on by 2am, so that's nice. It is now time to continue with the playing of the game and eat some more chocolate, since our huge plans for Saturday night were so rudely interrupted. Ah, this is the life.
one year ago today: "aaron and i are a dog couple now." two years ago today: nothing three years ago today: nothin.