Earthquake!

Well, well, well….we had a little earthquake last night. Little earthquakes are kinda fun, but that’s coming from someone who survived the 1994 earthquake, and when I say survived, I mean my framed Jimi Hendrix picture above my bed didn’t  fall on my head and kill me.  Anyone remember that one? I know my brother does because we were living together at the time. It really was quite an event. The problem is, once you experience an earthquake like that, everything else just pales in comparison.

Where we lived during the 1994 earthquake….

We were living in Hollywood at the time and it was in the middle of the night. I know I’ve slept through earthquakes, but there was no way anyone was sleeping through this one. I don’t know if it was the movement or the noise that woke me up because the sound of an earthquake is really crazy. It’s like you literally hear the earth moving, it’s a really loud rumbling sound, and that’s combined with the sound of things falling, crashing and breaking. Then of course, there’s the shaking, which is just incredible! You can’t believe what you’re seeing. It’s so bizarre to just watch things shaking and crashing and knowing that the power of it is moving entire buildings. It’s truly awesome! And by the way, that’s what awesome really is…something like an earthquake or a tsunami…something that inspires awe…not a video game or a pair of shoes you got on sale. Sorry, I know everyone says awesome, and it’s completely acceptable now, but I just hate it and I won’t say it unless I use it in the proper context.

However, there are some food items I would consider awesome….like cheese steaks.

Back to the earthquake. I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room where my brother was and watched a few things crash to the ground like the TV, my keyboard (that I never really mastered and sold in my yard sale), the VCR player (that’s right VCR…1994), but not one dish or glass broke! The power went out all over the city and I was really tempted to go looting for a new VCR player, but instead, my friend David who lived across the street, came over with a box of donuts. It’s so strange that in the midst of all this craziness and pandemonium, a little Asian donut shop at the end of our street was open and doing business. Thank god for that because how are you supposed to survive an earthquake without a donut?

The Valley got the worst of it. The epicenter was in Northridge, and although it only lasted 10-20 seconds, it measured a 6.7 and “the ground acceleration was one of the highest ever instrumentally recorded in an urban area in North America.” The damage was an estimated $20 billion. It was quite an experience and I keep waiting for another big one. Whenever I feel a small one, I kind of brace myself to see if it’s gonna get bigger, and when it doesn’t I usually feel relieved and disappointed at the same time….just like after sex.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

Natural disasters are really unbelievable, but at least some of them are predictable. No one can predict earthquakes which is one reason why they’re so crazy. You never know when they’re gonna hit. Sometimes when I’m driving on the freeway I think about an earthquake hitting and imagine the freeway breaking in half and plummeting to my death trapped in a little car and being buried under the rubble, but I just don’t think that’s how I’m gonna die. If anything, some gang banger will shoot me on the freeway because of my road rage.

Anyway, this will be my only blog this week because I started a new job and I have to concentrate, which is hard for me. But here’s something fun; I met my boss’s boss over the phone and he “welcomed me aboard.” Oh god!  I hate being welcomed aboard unless I’m actually on a boat. My boss told him I was from Philly, Upper Darby to be exact and it turns out the boss’s boss is from Broomall, not too far from there. I said “Maybe you’re familiar with Donohue funeral homes.” His response, “My dad was buried there.”

What can I say? The Donohue family name is big in the funeral business. Why? Because we’re good at death :). Small world. I told him those were my uncles/cousins who handled his dad’s funeral, but most people in the Philly area are familiar with the Donohue funeral homes. Maybe it has something to do with them advertising on the back of city buses.

My dad wouldn’t have chosen that method of advertising, but you gotta admit, it’s hard to miss. My friend, Meg, took this picture for me. She and I went to the Journey concert together when we were 15 (just a little friendship fun fact for you)

Have a great day and welcome aboard!

 

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About Death To Hollywood

My name is Celeste Donohue and I am a writer/comedian who started this blog to tell stories about my life growing up in a funeral home and my adult life which I have spent in Hollywood, California – hence the name, “Death To Hollywood”. Hopefully, you like to read those kinds of stories. If not, go read something serious and boring.....
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12 Responses to Earthquake!

  1. Barskii says:

    Congradulations Ms. Celeste on opening the new door in your Job life 🙂

  2. Cissie donohue alias Mom says:

    You just can’t beat Philadelphia people.They are so friendly,and I’m surprised he didn’task you what parish you grew up,as a child.This could be nice for you,Celeste.Enjoyed the article.Love,Mom

  3. Kristen Himm says:

    So glad we don’t get natural disasters in Albuquerque!

    Being pregnant and far away from Philly, I have to agree that cheese steaks do indeed fall into the “awesome” category. I have been craving one for a couple weeks now, and there is just nothing here that will satisfy that craving!

  4. Kris says:

    I think the donut during the 1994 earthquake was awesome! The Donohue Funeral Home ad on the back of a SEPTA bus isn’t so awesome. I am glad you are ok after the small earthquake yesterday……sounds like the boss’ boss could be awesome…….and welcome aboard….

  5. John Donohue says:

    You should have said, “thanks Skipper” when he welcomed you aboard!!!! That’s cool that he’s from the Philadelphia area!! Maybe he’ll understand your attitude. Baby? 😉 Love you!!!

  6. Kal says:

    Enjoying the blog, as always!

    I can honestly say that here in Toronto, I have never seen an ad for a funeral home on the back of a bus. Maybe our buses don’t put instantly put people in a frame of mind where they’re actively considering death?

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