At this point, it occurred to me that my parents would likely have heard of the blackout and, being my parents, were probably concerned about me. So I dug out my old-fashioned backup phone (my regular phone is a cordless and was, therefore, not working) and, after much fumbling about, got it plugged in. C called his parents first, who are in Nova Scotia, and that's when I found out just how widespread the blackout was. I couldn't believe it.
When I called my parents (around 10, I think), they were getting power back intermittently. I got power back sometime in the middle of the night, I think around 5. C didn't get his back until Friday afternoon.
Getting up Friday morning, I was very relieved to have power back so that I could listen to the radio and figure out what on earth was going on. It was strange, being so disconnected from the rest of the modern world. Funny how dependent we've gotten on technology, just to keep us in contact with each other.
Blackout Thursday was a strange night. Lots of people were sitting outside (because it was so hot inside), getting to know their neighbours for the first time. You could see the stars -- what a strange thing in the middle of the city. Strange and wonderful. It was so dark... Some people might have been afraid, but for me, the dark was actually rather pleasant. It really made the idea of light pollution hit home.
My one complaint was the people across the street who kept their generator (presumably purchased after the Ice Storm, or for Y2K, or post "9-11") going 'til late late late. It was loud. grr. Have a little respect, people! You don't need it that badly!