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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Last night the Mrs and I were sitting in our respected couch spots when the ground started to move. We both looked at each other wide eyed as the shaking continued.
Living in So Cal on three separate occasions, I've been through quite a few earthquakes. I've felt some sizable ones and this part is hard to explain unless you've been through several, they all feel different.
You have the rolling kind where you feel like you're body surfacing on top of a wave.
The short snapping, jolting with a bang kind where normally it's followed by my vocal "what the fuck!".
And then there's the back and forth shaking ones.
The durations can be, it's over before you realize what happened to the more extreme where you actually start walking in circles then finding yourself under the proper door frame.
Last night's 5.7 where the center was 110 miles away from my couch was the back and forth kind. Back to the the Wife and I staring into each others wide eyes. We sat frozen like this for around five seconds then the shaking became more forceful and the house started to make a lot of noise, that's when we both jumped out of our couches and began the walking in circles stage.
Let me try to explain how the house felt at this point. Say you're on top of your woman, in bed, making mad passionate love (fucking her brains out). The whole bed is in rhythm of your fierce pounding to the point where the head board is slamming into the wall.
Last night, at the earthquakes strongest point, that's what the whole house felt like. Rhythmic, back and forth pounding with a lot of various noises.
By this time we were under a door frame, what ever good that's going to do. Then it stopped.
The one good thing about last night's earthquake? When we went to bed, after trying to fall asleep in between some short comments to each other the Wife came out and said, "let's have sex" and we proceed to cause our own little 5.7, in bed.
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