I have to be honest I avoided this thread when I saw it first thing this morning. I just didn't want to remember.
I live in California, so I was getting out of the shower and heard banging at my front door. Since it was super early, I was worried. I open the door and it's my mom and she is shouting we are under attack turn on the tv. I was so confused, I honestly thought she meant by aliens...so lame I know. I then realized what was going on and tried to call my friends who lived in NYC. I of course couldn't get through. I then went into robot mode and got ready for work, then drove on the freeway to my job. The whole drive to work there was no traffic, it was like we were all zombie's trying the speed limit and listening to the radio coverage. It was super surreal. I got to work and they had the television on and all of us watched the coverage. I did get ahold of my NYC friends and found out they were okay. Work let us out early and I went to my friend's apartment and hung out there...we watched the coverage and just talked and talked. Then we went to my apartment and made mac & cheese and got drunk. We then laid out on the grass outside and watched the sky all lite up with planes...but it had to be military planes since all commercial planes were grounded. It was the weirdest day of my life. I was so scared and sad, I knew that our lives would never be the same.
The crazy thing is my FI picked 9/11 to propose to me last year.