ME AND FAY: A portrait in beer.
I worked myself into a tizzy. By 9 p.m., I’d had enough. I underwent a self-imposed power outage, turned off the AC and opened the windows, lit some candles, drew a bath, threw some Coltrane on the stereo (ok, it wasn’t a very strict power outage). Let the moonlight and the sound of rustling leaves come in through the window, and soaked. Now I know why they tell you to fill your bathtub before a storm. Next time, I’ll be even better prepared.