Sunday evenings always mean spending time with my youth group at MYF. We were playing dodgeball when all of a sudden the lights flickered. I figured Kelly was probably just trying to get our attention, but when even the sponsors all looked at each other, I kinda figured something was up. But the lights were on so we were pretty sure it was just a power surge.
Low and behold a few minutes later they go off and don't come back on. Just imagine: 10 dodgeballs still out, 20 middle schoolers running around, 5 high school guys (yes, I was the only girl older than 13 there) thinking they're cool, and no power. Yea, chaotic sums it up. Luckily everybody stops playing and Mr. John comes to the rescue with those candles everybody has at Christmas services that you pass the light with. (none of us had our cell phones for light bc we all turn them in when we get there). We started to sing campfire songs, and when the power doesn't come back on, we all begin to leave.
So then I'm driving and there are no street lights or stoplights, but luckily everybody drove cautiously.
When Kole and I got back home, we realized we had no light, no radio, no computer, no wifi for our iPods, and that doorbells don't work. We ended up lighting 5 candles and we all played cards via candlelight. Mom almost caught fire, dad warmed up frozen cookies via his applepie candle, and Kole experimented dropping food into candles.
The lights eventually came back on though and now we are all back to our own business. Daddy is watching tv, Kole is watchin something else, mom is ironing, and I'm blogging from my iPod in bed enjoying the wifi again.
Hurricane Ike-- I don't miss you AT ALL, k?
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