San Diego Blackout

Yesterday was quite the eventful day.

At about 3:35pm, I was at work on a phone call when

BAM

Lights out!

Everything Down.

All of San Diego and some of Orange County lost its power.

Apparently what happened was 2 main power lines that came from Arizona were

"severed."

(or something like that)

I personally thought it was quite exciting.

That is until Roomie and I got home,

stared at each other for about 60 seconds then said,

"What should we do now?"

The sun was setting.

We had to go back to our Olden Day Roots and bust out the candles.

It was cool for about 5 minutes.

Then we stared at each other for another 60 seconds and said,

"Okay really, how did people do this before?"

By the grace of Zeus, we were notified by our good friend Jim:

"CHERRY BOMB BAR: DOWNTOWN. OPEN. CASH ONLY!"

Roomie and I couldn't blow out the candles and scramble to the car fast enough.

Sure enough, after driving through eerily dark and quiet streets, we came across The Cherry Bomb.

People were huddled inside, hoarding their drinks like it was the 1920's Prohibition.

This is a Blackout people, you're still allowed to drink ya know.

There was this old, vintage (and when I say 'vintage' I mean 1990's) truck outside that was used as a source of energy to power up the ol' Jukebox and a small light.

We made it work.

And it twas a grand adventure.

Drinking in the dark can be just as fun, if not more, than drinking by light.

Especially when you're in sweatpants at a public bar.

Someone how it being a "blackout" negated any dress code for me.

Don't be fooled by the light. It's the flash from my iPhone.

I started to get excited:

If the power is not on, that means I can't work!

I can have a free day off!

Roomie and I started making all kinds of plans.

"This is going to be great! We'll have no choice but to get golden and bronzed by the pool!"

But we both agreed that the power would definitely need to come back on by 5pm so we could get ready to go out for the evening. Of course.

To our disappointment, as we were coming home from The Cherry Bomb,

we noticed something: The street light was working.

We got home, and to our dismay, everything was back on.

You could have cut that disappointment with a butter knife (isn't that how the saying goes?).

Ha-rumph.

Oh well, at least it's Friday.

Can't complain there.

Happy Weekend, Friends!

xoxo