The night of the quake, we heard that some folks were gathering at Cameron's place in the Outlook Apartments. There wasn't really much else to do, so we left a note on the door for Irene in case she came by and headed over there, where we found the beginnings of an earthquake party. Cameron hung a tiny Solitaire-type flashlight from the chandelier. We sat around drinking Blue Curacao, with the slowly dwindling flashlight swaying to and fro as the aftershocks rolled through. I left my windbreaker at Cameron's that night, forgot about it, he moved, and I didn't get it back until nine years later.

Seen here: Ellen, Steve, Candi, Marlo, and Cameron.