I laid diagonally across my bed as I watched Sam play Call of Duty Modern Warfare 3, drifting in and out of sleep. It had been a LONG day. She makes mention of a few key kills, and I humor her as if I’d seen them, but sleep was winning the battle.
It was 11:00p on a Saturday.
Suddenly, I began to hear my windows rattling, typical during rather gusty nights, so I ignored it and continued down my path to slumber. But the rattling became louder, the building began to sway. My bed began to shift back and forth on the carpet.
I was jolted awake.
Sam, obviously scared, looked to me for some sort of explanation for what had just happened. I had no words. It lasted no more than 5 - 10 seconds, but it felt like the building was going to come crashing down. It didn’t take long for me to realize I had just experienced my first earthquake. And that experience was in Dallas, TX of all places. Las Colinas/Irving area to be exact.
So I did what anyone in my position would do, I ran to the most valuable news site out there… I went to twitter. Other confused Texans confirmed what I thought. It was indeed an earthquake. A 3.4 on the Richter scale. I’m not exactly sure what a “really bad” earthquake ranks on the Richter scale, but let me tell you, 3.4 is exactly enough to promptly scare the dog shit out of you if you’ve never experienced one. I head over to the USGS site to confirm that what we had just felt was actually an earthquake and found out the epicenter was here… in Las Colinas… where I live… This earthquake was getting personal. I was about to give the earthquake a piece of my mind, when ANOTHER earthquake happened. Almost exactly 5 minutes after the original. I took this as a sign to stfu and accept that this earthquake just punked me out of my sleep and emasculated me in front of my lady. Well played earthquake… well played.