Lights Out
Greetings, gentle LJers! Things have been most exciting here! The power is still out at home, so I came to Starbucks to get my daily dose of internet and also a working heater.
I came back to my hometown this weekend to see a Yo Yo Ma concert with my mother, but ALAS, we arrived at the theater contemporaneously with a tornado warning, so they herded us into the catacombs beneath the theater, through which we dispersed as more and more people crowded down.
AND THEN THE POWER WENT OUT. Utter blackness.
And then everyone got out their cell phones and bathed everything in a blue and spectral glow.
Sadly, the concert was canceled, but tromping about in the bowels of the theater was kind of awesome, and I think it could be the beginning of a great story. Young Margaretta goes to the newly reopened repertory theater to watch something Shakespearian, only to have the performance interrupted by a tornado warning. The audience (rather sparser than the Yo Yo Ma audience) troops into the basement, where curious Margaretta drifts away from the group, gets lost, and finds...
The ghost of a long-dead actor? Costumes that make you time travel when you put them on? Decisions, decisions!
So we went home, and then later that evening the lights went out there, too. So I ended the evening reading Sutcliff by candlelight.
I came back to my hometown this weekend to see a Yo Yo Ma concert with my mother, but ALAS, we arrived at the theater contemporaneously with a tornado warning, so they herded us into the catacombs beneath the theater, through which we dispersed as more and more people crowded down.
AND THEN THE POWER WENT OUT. Utter blackness.
And then everyone got out their cell phones and bathed everything in a blue and spectral glow.
Sadly, the concert was canceled, but tromping about in the bowels of the theater was kind of awesome, and I think it could be the beginning of a great story. Young Margaretta goes to the newly reopened repertory theater to watch something Shakespearian, only to have the performance interrupted by a tornado warning. The audience (rather sparser than the Yo Yo Ma audience) troops into the basement, where curious Margaretta drifts away from the group, gets lost, and finds...
The ghost of a long-dead actor? Costumes that make you time travel when you put them on? Decisions, decisions!
So we went home, and then later that evening the lights went out there, too. So I ended the evening reading Sutcliff by candlelight.