Time flies when you spend most of the week on vacation. I have so much catching up to do, writing wise. I hate it when that happens.

 

 

 

Still no power in Astoria and the natives are restless; some people have been without power since Monday. I guess it’s a little bit of karma. I got to be all smug when I wasn’t affected by the transit strike, and now I’m all inconvenienced by this power outage. Ha, I just typed “power outrage,” and it IS an outrage. Bloomberg was in Astoria yesterday evening making some bullshit speech about how they’re working on the problem, blah, blah blah. Peter Vallone (who’s office has been without power, it’s right under the Ditmars stop) got up and ripped into Con-Ed. I don’t know anyone in Astoria who’s gotten their power back, though southern Astoria is supposed to be in better shape. Rome is keeping me sane and being an entertaining commuting buddy, though it’s totally his fault I couldn’t sleep last night; I am too old to drink coffee at 11 PM.

 

I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll get back to my apartment this evening and find power, but I’m not counting on it. Dana, who lives two blocks down 21^st Avenue from me, said power was still out this morning and Con-Ed says we’ll be the last neighborhood to be restored. However, NOTHING is stopping us from rallying the Astoria girls and going out dancing tonight. Although I have lost my lacy red camisole that I like to wear out. It’s one of the dozen or so things that got lost in the move between Jersey City and Astoria. I also lost my Negation of Truth t-shirt and I think my “I’m a Right Wing Nut Job” shirt that I wore around on Election Day 2004. So I don’t know what to wear tonight. And trying to decide what to wear in an apartment without electricity is going to be fun!