Last night the HoR lost power. It went at about 7:30 and spanned the blocks surrounding us. When it died, we didn’t really know what to do. So we started with an impromptu jam session. Jesse on the drums, Sizzle on the steel drums, and me blaring away on Mark’s sister’s french horn. It was loud. And short. Soon it was 8:00 and we were bored.
So we did what anyone living in the House of Rock would do. We got a bunch of candles, went out into the garage, and climbed by candlelight for the remainder of the evening.
It was really fun. We developed a killer route that traverses across the wall twice before culminating in a move that requires your body to be fully horizontal.