Hi everyone! I’m back from Cali and I have TONS to share. Guess I’ll start at the beginning!
I arrived in SFO/Napa on Wednesday morning to see my brother. We drank tons of wine, ate delicious food and saw beautiful sites. Here are some pics from Mumm (bubbles!), Sinskey (snacks!) and Scribe (Hipsters!):
that beagle is my new friend Lady. She is basically my spirit animals. She only paid attention to me when I fed her cheese.
On Saturday, Ben brought me up to Somerston, where he works. Holy gorgeous! It was insanely scenic and fabulous. We had the whole place to ourselves, so we drove around in a fire engine red ATV, drank wine, ate pears and strawberries and took in the views!
For whatever reason, we decided to stay in on Saturday night and watch a movie with Ben’s friends. Lucky we did because come 3:20 AM, I was awoken to the world shaking all around me. I can’t really remember exactly what happened because I had been sleeping so deeply, but I hopped off the couch, screamed for Ben and ran toward his doorway. The earthquake lasted between 30-60 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Between my screams, glass shattering, the house flexing all the plaster from the walls, and the ground literally shoving itself into my feet, the din was overwhelming. When it finally ended, I found my footing, grabbed some shoes and got outside. I’m not exactly sure how the events sequenced because I sort of remember seeing Ben’s face, but the electricity was out, and I remember running to the door, but then fell down the stairs on the way out because my legs were still shaking. I proceeded to sit on the ground for a long time with my insides churning. We were nervous to go inside without the lights on, so we decided to head into town and survey the damage. There was glass and rubble everywhere. Bleary-eyed neighbors checked in on one another and wandered around, not sure what to do next.
When the sun finally came up, we headed home to see the damage. Every wall had cracked and hurled everything toward the middle of the rooms. It was interesting to see what broke and what stood. Wine bottles shattered on the floor, but stemmed glasses stood as it nothing had happened. The walls buckled, exposing beams underneath, but the TV didn’t even tip. So odd.
There was nothing left to do but drink some champagne, eat some cookie butter and feel lucky to be safe and unharmed.
I headed back to Boston on Sunday evening with tons of stories and a new found sense of WTF??? What I really realized is that worrying about bullshit like pizza and wine instead of enjoying every second while we’re here is plain stupid. I really, honestly!, feel like this has to be the end of all my anxieties. Sure, I could wander around being afraid of earthquakes, but what purpose does that serve me? Drink some bubbles, eat some cookie butter and chill. Cheers!