The power went out on our block tonight. In fact the power went out on our entire side of the street for as far down as we could see. Some sort of construction or roadwork was going on at the end of the block and the idiots hit a power line. I called BGE and got a busy signal twice in a row, so I walked down to the work site to get the skinny.
 
They told me that BGE was on the way and that the power should be back by 10:30pm. This was at 8:45pm.
 
Well, gee. What now?
 
I remember power outages being a lot more fun when I was younger. They were exciting and I would build forts and walk around with candles. Tonight I was just bored, sitting outside with Will and my friend Martin… secretly hoping that a group of drunk girls would stumble past from the bars and make conversation with us. And make babies with us. Not necessarily in that order.
 
I did finally get to meet one of my neighbors who lives just around the corner. Her name is Martha, and she came outside to investigate the power outage about the same time that we did. We got to talking, and apparently she’s currently involved in starting up a coffee shop under her apartment. I had heard a little about this before, but she was able to give me some more information.
 
It’s tentatively going to be called The Kind Bean (not unlike the kind bud (funny, they’re right across from J.Friendly’s)). It’ll be on the corner of Chesapeake Avenue and Delaware Avenue, right across from the courthouse. The idea is for them to serve coffee, tea, and light fare; but the catch is that they’ll be open late night (starting in October) to appeal to the drunkies coming home from the bars. The real fucking kicker is that Walter, my crazy-knife-wielding-heroin-addict-but-still-very-nice-guy neighbor, is going to be running it. Martha and another guy Steve are basically just financial backers.
 
That place is going to do so well. There is really only one place to go for late night food in Towson, and that’s the diner. And 7-11 if you count diarrhea as a food group.