Our house has been without power for three days. This morning, waiting for the Con Ed guy, Niki and I got stoned and cleaned our apartment. Ten minutes ago, we heard the Con Ed guy arrive. We screamed in excitement. We waited eagerly to hear the fridge rumble back on. When it did, we screamed, New Year's, a celebration. Niki flicked on all the light switches to celebrate having power again. The radio was turned on - the first music in days in a house that normally has music going non-stop.
Loud guitar chords. We recognized the song. Thank god it wasn't a car commercial or some stupid song. Instead those familiar loud guitar noises and the expectation of Freddie Mercury about to interrupt it all. And there it was. We sang along, screamed along, excited about electricity.
"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye,
so you think you can love me and leave me to die..."