Today is the Nine Year anniversary of the Northridge Earthquake, and the Eight Year anniversary of a big earthquake in some other country. I still remember waking up at my friend’s house when the earthquake was happening. And then going back to sleep because I had no idea what was going on, only to be re-awakened by her father and sisters. We spent the rest of the night sleeping under the dining room table with our ears pressed to the ground, hearing the aftershocks before we could feel them. Some other bad stuff happened in history on this day…the Americans overthrew the Hawaiian Monarchy in 1893…those money-grubbing bastards! And Carole Lombard died in a plane crash in 1942…poor Clark Gable. I know some other bad stuff happened, but I don’t remember off the top of my head. I usually stay low-pro on this day. I just feel like it’s cursed. This year, though, it’s the Friday of a three-day weekend. So at least it has that going for it. Lots of plans for the weekend: parties, brunches, bars, it’s madness, I tell you!