This morning, my alarm clock went off, loudly, at 8:05. I pounded at the buttons, becoming increasingly frustrated when nothing seemed to turn it off. It was a few more seconds before I realized that my alarm clock does not play an excerpt from Vivaldi’s “Spring.” At least, not that I know of. Armed with this new information, I picked up my cell phone, the real cause of the racket.
It was Allison, wanting to know if I was up and getting ready for work (no), to wish me a happy 21 months (how long we’ve been dating, as of today), and to ask me if the earthquake last night woke me up.
Earthquake? Was that what it was? I had thought it was thunder.
Yes, apparently, there was a 4.5 earthquake last night at approximately 1am, centered in Ottawa/LaSalle. Personally, I hadn’t know that we could get earthquakes in Illinois, but I suppose that’s not entirely correct.
This weekend, I participated in the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life, a nigh-on-24-hour walk-a-thon to raise money for cancer research. Allison’s family is heavily involved, so by proxy I’m involved as well. This year’s was good in the sense that the event raised far more money than expected and poor in the sense that I personally did not have a wonderful time. Allison was a team captain, and as such had a plethora of things to worry about. Business trumped pleasure, and it was a somewhat stressful time. Some highlights include
- Two hours of cross-dressing men soliciting money from bystanders
- A girl (possibly on a church team) who was a dead ringer for a porn star
- An all-night grill and free coffee from the Exxon-Mobile team, which almost makes up for Prince William Sound, but not quite
- Me chugging a 1/3 of a gallon of 2% milk and paying for it later