A Live News Broadcast Captured The Exact Moment Power Went Back On In New York City

There is no and I mean NO better feeling in the world than the moment power comes back on after a blackout. Sex, championships, and children being born all pale in comparison to the moment you stop having to realize how shitty life is without electricity (shout out Tommy Edison). There is that initial rush where you thank God followed by pumping the AC, turning on the TV, and plugging back into your little corner of the internet while charging your phone whose battery was deeeeep in the red. Hearing the city simultaneously celebrate warms my suburban heart. I actually once did the Undertaker raise the lights gesture during a blackout followed by the lights turning on that instant and I immediately thought I was a God, which still remains a Top 5 moment in my life that I would like on my tombstone.

However, the celebration these people held on the street was even more exciting because they were all a bunch of tourists. Yeah not having to walk up 20+ flights of stairs back to their hot ass hotel rooms is nice. But the real reason for those cheers was because they didn’t have to worry about getting murdered in the big bad blacked out city. Even hardened New Yorker Magee Hickey couldn’t believe she got this break that could maybe land her on one of the real New York news stations. What a beautiful moment for all of New York and Magee. Hope to see you on one of the Big 3 one day (Fox is close to making it a Big 4. But CBS, NBC, and ABC are the clear big dogs since Fox has always appeared to be a cut below and Fox allows this clownshoe on their broadcasts regularly).

Some more videos of people experiencing the pure joy of having the sweet, sweet invention of electricity back in their lives in case you were #woke about that news broadcast just happened to be filmed at a place called the Hotel Edison.

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Finally, credit to me for not going the dad joke route and calling that moment Electric in the headline despite every bone in my washed up body wanting to do so. Also credit to me for missing the end of the Lion King during our outdoor movie night to write this blog. Watching the Mufasa death scene for the first time in more than a decade without seeing Simba avenge his father by feeding his uncle to hyenas has left quite a hole in my soul.