August 16, 2003

It is I, Faustus. I thought I’d be blogging tonight from the den of iniquity we know as New York, but because of the blackout, my flight back today was cancelled.

On the one hand, this means that I have to wake up at the obscene and ghastly hour of 3:30 in the morning to make the flight they managed to get me on.

On the other hand, it also means that I will forever be able to reply to the question “What did you do during the blackout of ’03” by saying, “Oh, I lounged by the pool and got a manicure and a pedicure.”

In the final analysis, I think I end up in the black.

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5 Responses to It is I, Faustus. I

  1. Peggy says:

    Hope you have a safe flight home dearie! Be glad that you missed the blackout. It was too hot to breathe much less do anything else here during the power outage!

  2. T.H. says:

    Yes, but where is the PROOF? The skeptics await your return from “Los Angeles”.

  3. Faustus, Jr. says:

    Good luck and get home safely.

  4. Wayne says:

    uh, Pictures? I mean, Pictures of the pool?

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