It's 4 in the morning and Los Angeles has just experienced a 3.9 earthquake centered in Baldwin Hills.
It did not wake me up because I'd been up watching Amy Schumer clips and folding laundry. Living the dream.
Earlier tonight was the Japanese American National Museum gala, an annual event in which the shiniest JAs gather to honor community institutions and people and fundraise for JANM. This year was particularly shiny as not only did they honor George Takei, but they announced that they would be acquiring the Eaton collection from the Rago Auctions and the VIP reception last night featured an appearance and photo session with Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, a controversial character who has also drawn major protest for the duration of his stay in the US.
At least visiting JANM was a nice gesture.
The gala goes until 9 and then an afterparty happens that I normally skip out of halfway through. This year, however, the networking game was particularly strong and we ended up shutting the party down with our pockets full of business cards and our phones full of group photos. In my case I also had a belly full of gyoza that they'd laid out as bar food.
I do normally have a lot going on in my calendar, but the past two weeks have been notably more busy. I'm not really sure why. Perhaps with the arrival of warm weather, Los Angeles is waking up from its hibernation. Perhaps with the end of year-start preparations comes a slew of events. Regardless I haven't had time to attend to my basic needs and to-do list.
So as I sat in a shaking bed in a swaying apartment building watching Amy Schumer implore her audience to take some animals off her hands, it occurred to me that I don't have an earthquake preparedness kit. Or extra bottles of water in my car. Or my furniture screwed to a wall.
If a really big earthquake hits, I'm screwed.
Though I've had a kit on my list of things to do, in the overwhelming haze of events and workdays I haven't had time to address the most pressing and visible risk of living in Los Angeles. I also haven't had time to sleep or eat properly. There are a lot of things that haven't gotten done.
Perhaps this was a polite reminder that things could hit the fan very quickly and unless I prepare myself properly I could be left with nothing but a pile of blankets and an Amy Schumer punchline to arm myself.
There will be time to sleep tomorrow. I don't think there will be time to make the kit, but at four in the morning it's the thought that counts.
Angelenos -- make your kit.