You know maybe LA wasn’t the best place to move to mellow out. Between the fires that burned down friends’ neighborhoods last week to the unusual and unprecedented humidity blanketing the area that scientists have been analyzing to the insane traffic we negotiated on my way to an audition for the TV show Crash today wherein I would play a Charles Manson loving cult leader to the Sonic BOOM that just rattled my entire building and left a flood of Facebook Status updates asking WTF?!?

Well I had my emergency backpack in hand and was ready to walk right out the door into the safer area that is the park up the street, thinking it was an earthquake, maybe even the big one, but no, it was just the Space Shuttle Discovery landing, right on time mind you, at Edwards Air Force base in the desert north of Los Angeles.

Associated Press reported at 2:58PM that this could happen. Of course since I, nor anyone else I know, was actually expecting anything like a Space Shuttle in the neighborhood this afternoon, I never saw the article. They predicted that first opportunity for landing would be at 5:53PM and lo – 5:55PM on the dot my apartment shook and rattled and I honestly thought, that’s it those upstairs neighbors have really gone too far this time. I thought they may have finally set off a pipe bomb. Did I mention it’s September 11th?

It’s just another one of those crazy things you get used to, living here in the land of dreams. Broken ones even. So don’t laugh next time you are a toddler’s birthday party in Beechwood when everyone ducks and scatters at the sound of a balloon popping.

*Heaves sigh*.

Time for some AC, a cold one and a nap.