Easter Earthquake

Yesterday was Easter or, as the boyfriend and I like to call it, Eatser. I actually cooked. It was pretty fun, lol. I made a ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, sweet potato casserole, etc. Well, technically the boyfriend made the sweet potatoes, but anyway... The food was surprisingly good; I'm always surprised when I cook and it turns out good. The only thing that I royally fucked up was the gravy. I had no idea what I was doing.... put in way too much corn starch. I was pretty upset about it and felt that I had ruined the whole meal. But my boyfriend comes along and he's just like, "Ohh, it's not so bad." He watered it down and made it edible. I still didn't think it was very good, but he ate it. I'm not sure if he just ate it to make me feel better, but I appreciate his effort either way. <3 He also made me feel better by letting my know that children world-wide would rejoice at the fact that I had made ham-flavored GAK. Which is definitely what it was, lol.


After all that, he's cleaning up from dinner and I'm making my apple pie. I had to wait until after dinner.... I'm not yet very good at multi-tasking while cooking, lol. So, I'm putting the pie crust on when it seems like someone in the apartment above us is running..... Except it didn't stop. I was pretty confused. I look at the boyfriend, we exchange looks of "qua?" and then he says, "Earthquake." Even when he said it I was thinking there was no way we were having an earthquake, lol. But.... as the shaking didn't subside, I realized that was pretty much the only option. Luckily, the boyfriend knew that you're supposed to go outside during earthquakes (something which I was completely unaware of) and we hurried outside just as all our neighbors were running out as well.

The whole thing only lasted a minute or so and didn't really seem very frightening. I admit I was uncomfortable, but it is moreso due to the fact that an earthquake is one of those situations where you can do nothing except wait. We stood outside and waited, while the worst of the shaking subsided. We could see other apartments where the glass in the windows and doors looked like it was rippling.

Afterward we went back inside and continued what we had been doing. We felt 2 or 3 very small aftershocks in the following hour or so, but that was pretty much it. Nothing had fallen down or broken. The shaking had seemed pretty minor. I was pretty shocked when it was later reported to have been a magnitude 7.2 earthquake.... it certainly didn't seem like much. But the epicenter was also a bit south of us, in Mexico, so I'm sure the further north we were the less we felt.

I texted my family to tell them about my abnormally eventful holiday and, of course, was met with many responses of worry and concern, which I quickly abated as unnecessary. Many San Diego natives that I spoke with said that this is the first time they have felt an earthquake after living here many years. That's comforting, lol. I didn't think it was very bad, but I wouldn't want them to become a frequent and, potentially, worsening occurrence.

Huzzah for new experiences and excitement - way cheaper than a roller coaster and less motion-sickness!