Earthquakes and Debates...Oh Boy

So, in New Hampshire, we felt an earthquake that came from Maine. I genuinely was wondering if the wall was really shaking, and if I was losing my mind (it has been a long day, kids). I also thought that maybe it was a potential gas explosion or runaway truck. In any case, I was worried just because I was cooking dinner and didn't want to burn myself on the stove. Nonetheless, I ignored it, thinking I was just sleep deprived. Yeah, good instincts right there. I should not live on an active plate.

You want to know how I found out? My boyfriend messaged me on Facebook.

"Is everything ok? I heard about the earthquake."

My literal reaction was "What the hell is he....Ahhh, I did feel the apartment shaking."

Yes, it took a message from Mar del Plata, Argentina to let me know what's going on. I really should not live in an earthquake zone.

But, you know what's more entertaining than my reaction? Reactions on Facebook after a small earthquake. Some of the statuses are quite entertaining.

We don't have a lot of action here in New Hampshire, please be understanding.

Anyhow, if there's an aftershock during the presidential debate, I will not be thrilled. It can wait until the debate ends. Then by all accounts, sure tectonic plates, shift all you want.

Just please don't kill me. I like living.

Don't Cry For Me...Seriously, Don't (Part 1).

So, here begins my trip to Argentina. I thought security would potentially hassle me, but outside of checking out my supply of feminine products, I was cleared without a problem. Except the look on the TSA officer's face was priceless, I will say that.
So, this blog post will be interesting, since it will chronicle my time in the airport until I finally get to Mar Del Plata, so keep an eye on it. It may update without you realizing it. Muhahaha. Ha.
So, without further adieu:
July 16th, 12:37pm EST
I'm sitting in the terminal at Boston Logan, waiting for my plane to JFK. However, since this terminal has a brewery in it, I may grab myself a drink and some grub while I wait. Well, maybe just a drink. I'm really not that hungry right now. If anything eventful happens, I'll keep you updated.


1:18pm EST

Ok, the fire alarm is going off in the terminal. And no one is moving. At all.

Wow, we're an intelligent group of people.

I'm personally taking my cue from the staff. They're not moving either, and I figure if they're not moving, it's not important, and they know it. Or they just have a death wish or something. In any case the damn alarm sound will make me jump off a cliff soon.

By the way, I just called it good with a Mocha Frappacino.

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