Monday, September 11, 2006

The Shakes

As I was finishing up yesterday's post, I noticed my coffee table vibrating; "odd," I thought. Then the couch started shaking. Then the lamp started swaying and banging against the wall. None of this is a normal occurrence around here.

I called Fidel and asked if he felt the earthquake -- he asked if I was drunk. I called MD -- she said she hadn't, but she'd been in a car. Later on in the day, I asked people at a couple of parties -- no, nay, nyet.

So I'm relieved to note that I'm not insane, and there was an earthquake, felt as far away as Atlanta. Not a big thing, but hell, it's the first one I've ever felt.

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After narrowly escaping death by earthquake, I reacquainted myself with the art of drinking tons of beer, eating tons of wings and watching football. Aside from the results, it was great fun -- I rarely get to sports bars any more and I'd forgotten how enjoyable the sensory overload is. My friend Nixy and her crew have been going there for something like 14 years, since college. 14 years is an unimaginable commitment. I think I've known one person outside my family for that long.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Then the lamp started swaying and banging against the wall. None of this is a normal occurrence around here."

You better work on that.

L.P.
(DTs, I've HEARD can mimic the sensation of a earthquake...)

gsdgsd13 said...

The lamps in the bedroom are just far enough away from the wall that they can't reach. This one was in the living room. What do you think I am, some sort of couch-sex savage?

Anonymous said...

While I wasn't familiar with that derisive phrase for the couchly inclined, I don't think it would reflect badly on a person who prefers a sofa, divan or chaise to a bed for wreaking naughty lamp havoc.

L.P.

gsdgsd13 said...

I spent so much on the big heart-shaped bed that it seems a shame to pass it up in favor of a couch.

Anonymous said...

Okay, you got me. I have to draw the line at beds with a theme.

L.P.