Charlottesville, you have been Man(dy)wrecked

i'm not home for 5 minutes and i'm already wreaking havoc. the story unfolds like this:

friday night, come hell or high water or basso racing in le tour de france; i have to get home to charlottesville. i want to sleep in MY bed in MY condo that I own. is it too much to ask?

peace out, connecticut.

i arrive at the wee hour of 3 a.m., after subcontracting the "keep mandy awake" duties to various friends in other time zones.

i'm a bit hungry, so i heat up a snack in the microwave. it isn't on for 20 seconds before all the lights go out.

then they go back on

not to be deterred, i press "start" again.

and they go off again.

i notice that it got awfully quiet at barracks west.

i go outside.

to my right there is a bright explosion. must have been a transformer. either that, or the guinea pigs that generate our power were pissed that someone would need a few extra watts at 3 a.m. during the middle of their friday night party. well, assumptions are dangerous, little buddies.

so, all of barracks west went dark. all 300+ units. plus the neighborhood across the road. as far as i could see, everything was black.

nice work, mandy. you come home and instantly revoke electrical privileges from everybody in the 22901 zip code.

all i wanted was a snack.

see? they are too busy rooting for molly (whoever that is) and partying to properly generate the power i need for snacking at 3 a.m.