Fucking GPA

Crap.

So I was at an after-work BBQ this evening, a going away party for this guy Darryl at work. He quit the company last Friday and he’s moving back to Hawaii on Friday. The boys at the warehouse threw Darryl a party at one of the pavilions along Marine (Corps) Drive tonight, right past Alupang Tower Condos. There was a gang there and we had a blast. Lots of beer, a couple trucks bumping the tunes, good food and good time for all.

As the party started to break up, a couple of the boys suggested heading out to the bars, possibly a titty bar or two. “No, no,” I said, “I need to head home and do some stuff around the house.” I begged off despite repeated entreaties, and jumped in my car to head home.

I was a little drunk and I really wanted to just chill out, but by the time I got to Yona the damn power was out. Again. I arrived home to sit in a dark, sweltering house for over an hour until the power came back. Damn. Talk about a buzzkill.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too angry, the power came back on at 10:00 p.m. Yet I am still angry. Eleven years I’ve lived here and still, on any given night, the power will go out. It’s so damn frustrating.