OK, so I didn't even know DC had earthquakes.
I was leaving a doctor's appointment when it hit. So when the old elevator in the old building I was in started shaking and swaying I was pretty sure that the elevator had finally snapped a cable. Because the lights indicating the floors and up and down don't work and sometimes the door is kind of persnickety.
Lights are one thing. Swaying on whatever charming old materials they use to pull elevators up and down is entirely another.
Naturally, I started to scream.
Because if I'm going to plummet to my death, my friends, I am not going quietly.
I was still screaming when the doors shimmied open on the ground floor of the building, and people were hurrying out. Feeling slightly foolish but mostly very relieved I stopped shrieking and very casually said to the man I bumped into while sprinting out of aforementioned elevator, "What's going on?"
Earthquake. Holy crap!
It was kind of crazy walking back to my office, because the sidewalks were just teeming with people. Everyone was outside, or on their way.
After 73 million attempts I got through to Betty, who was fine, as was Jordan. She said our house shook like nobody's business. And then I got Nick, who was also fine, and also standing in front of his building. He said that his office furniture jumped up and down and the koi in that nice pond that I wanted to stick my feet into had been sloshing violently up and down in the water.
They probably had little koi heart attacks, poor things.
So anyway, we are fine. But holy crap. Seriously.