So I lied. I’ll get the final Dinah post up tomorrow, but in the meantime, here are a couple of reactions to the earthquake that hit during one of the pool parties.
Grace The Spot central was located directly in front of the stage, and the organizers would do sound checks starting at 8:30am, so our room was constantly vibrating. During the sound checks and pool parties, there were times when I thought the sliding door would pop out of its foundation. So when the real earthquake hit and the elevator started shaking, I thought the DJ had just cranked the bass too high. My initial thought was “All right, dude. Enough. We can hear the damn music. Slow your fucking roll.”
Then I got outside and saw that all of the out of towners were shaking in their bikinis / board shorts. I found poor Sandra Showtime of One More Lesbian clutching her chair in a catatonic state mumbling incoherently about how the ground moved. “The ground moved?” I asked. Then someone told me that we had just experienced an earthquake.
Jenn of AfterEllen’s vlog Come With Me If You Want To Live is from Atlanta, and she has never felt a tremblor. Normally, I don’t laugh when someone is truly terrified, but this is pretty funny.
Here’s more commentary from an attendee from the midwest. Chicago politicians may be shifty, but the ground is pretty solid.
So who wants to bet that Pat Robertson is going to blame the earthquake on the lesbians?