So we hung out

L.I.
As my high school senior year journal reminds me,
“Went over [to my first love’s apartment] to watch the World Series and eat pizza, but he cooked me dinner instead :-) yum! And there was no game ‘cuz of the earthquake. So we hung out.”
 
(I seemed to do a lot of eating pizza and “hanging out” that year.)

This was in Baltimore. Being a teenager with no loved ones in the Bay Area, and no idea yet that I was destined to move here six years later, the earthquake seemed a little abstract to me.