Today, July 28th, at 11:42am, I was on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth before an audition for a Time Warner commercial. Suddenly the mirrors on our closet started shaking and I heard a low roar. My immediate reaction was annoyance because I thought it was excessive street noise: what kind of acute small-man syndrome must a person have in order make buying a ridiculously loud Harley a reasonable thing to do? Our street is narrow and it amplifies the sound. But then the floor started waving back and forth.
I realized it was an earthquake and my first thought was "get under the bed frame." This, however, would prove difficult, as we have a platform bed. Yet, the logical problem with those two mutually exclusive truths escaped me in the moment, and as the building shook back and forth I knelt at the bed, looking for a way under. When I finally realized that I'm an idiot, I jumped up and ran to the bedroom door frame... at which point the quake was over. Good thing it was only a 5.4.
My first quake! Not too bad. No damage - just fun.