Classic: Power Outage

Yesterday was pretty hot, yes? Also humid? Consequently, a lot of people had their air conditioners on, which is perfectly acceptable. However, in my mom's neighborhood, since so many people were using their air conditioners at the same time, the power went out. Twice. Let's delve a little deeper, shall we?

When I woke up yesterday, I wanted nothing more than to watch sports. I turned on the TV and flipped it over to ESPN, because that's a sports channel. Much to my chagrin, Wimbledon (that's tennis) was on. "Well, I guess I'll settle for whatever is on ESPN2," I thought. Oh no - it's Wimbledon here, too. Bad news bears. There was nothing else on any other channel that interested me, either, so I watched some tennis. Guys, tennis isn't nearly as bad as I thought it was. That's not saying a whole lot, though, because I thought tennis was the most boring sport to watch. It's not, but after a while when I saw that the replay of the Twins game from the night before was on, I did not hesitate to switch to that. I already knew we had won the game, what the score was, and how we scored, but I didn't actually see us score the runs, so I thought this would hold my attention. I really wanted to see Josh Willingham and Trevor Plouffe hit their home runs, because when the game was actually happening the night before, I turned it on right as Willingham was rounding the bases and again right after Plouffe touched home plate. It got to Willingham's at bat. I said to my mom, "I bet Willingham hits a home run right here," and that's when the power went out. Classic. All I wanted to do was see the home run. Just my luck. I guess I have it pretty good, though, if I use the phrase, "just my luck" because I missed seeing a home run that had already happened. I guess it could've been much worse, but I'm not sure how. The power came back on a few hours later and that was that.

At two in the morning, however, the power went back off, presumably because of the same thing, i.e. people using their air conditioners. As soon as it turned off, I woke up. How do I know this? Because I watched the blades of my fan slowly spin to a stop which brought tears to my eyes because it was like my fan had just died. Also because I was now awake and was very aware that the temperature would rapidly rise, which it did. Despite the fact that this power outage woke me up, made me hot, and prevented me from falling back asleep, I was still more distraught about the first one. That's actually mildly disconcerting and makes me question my priorities.

And now, a relevant joke:

Q: When does Sean Connery go to Wimbledon?
A: Tennish.