Bad Egg

Alrighty
So here
is the story.
We all realize was going to Portland, Friday. Right. Right?
Flight wasn't leaving until 6:55 pm. Plenty of time for Mustang Girl's freshman orientation at the high school. MM and I got up, and took her over there. I was experiencing a few SNAFU's early in the day. But not a whole lot of them.
Until breakfast.
We went to one of our favorite places, a place most of the town frequents on a very regular basis. THE place for breakfast. They have a daily special, eggs, sausage, hashbrowns, pancakes. The usual. I went for that. Breakfast came fast, and hot. I was hungry, I ate. Most of it. Except, the eggs. They just didn't taste "right" to me, somehow. So I left probably about half.
2 hours later, I sure as hell realized why. I was, to put it nicely, worshiping the porcelain princess.
A LOT.
People of blogland, I have not felt worse in a freaking LONG TIME.
So there I was puking up my toenails, sicker than a dog, and mad as a hatter. We'd paid for our flight, and hotel room. WE WERE GOING.
But, I new I was going to have to give up something. And, that is why I was not at the Kaos household Friday night for our pre arranged taping of Strange Love. By the time we'd gotten to PDX I was just DONE. I'd had the foresight to call Cami and beg off that afternoon.
I was feeling run down when we got to the hotel, but cheered to see the sight of my Gran, and my Uncle B. I sat and didn't eat my dinner (just could not get much down) and bantered back and forth with the uncle.
The next day was better. Kind of.
Still wasn't really going at full steam, I actually TRIED to drink a tiki drink, but after a few hours of sipping and nursing it through I gave in and switched to water. (I did manage a Gin Zing later, however...). But the tiki was nice. In addition to my Gran, and my uncle, my Aunt S, and her 2 daughters came as well. And of course Nana Kaos was there. MM and MG got to meet them all for the first time. It was really nice.
I also met the lovely Miss Burrows, and her handsome husband, who seemed to be everywhere, helping out.
For those of you that were there that I didn't meet, I must apologize. I was not feeling myself, and was just not up to seeking people out and trying to make conversation. I stuck mainly with family, who realized that I was incapacitated.
Post cards, though.
They did get written.
We were not intoxicated. But I was cautiously sipping my Gin Zing as we wrote.
They are not as funny as last years.
But you'll get them....

Oh and wordless wednesday will boast a few tiki oriented pictures....