Monday, August 4, 2008

Bad Egg

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.
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....


sybil law said...

Oooh! Toenail botulism postcards!
(I know it wasn't botulism - it just sounded good!)
That sucks, but at least you got to see family!

Daryl said...

oh I feel your pain ... Oh Bob there is nothing worse than food poisoning .. nothing ... and I am sure you will never eat eggs again ... ever ... ever ... never again .. no way no how not

I hope by now you are feeling better .. I bet those toenails hurt when they came up....


holly said...

i'm now going to pretend it WAS botulism. did you have steak and kidney pie too?

i was in seattle and got bad eggs. bad going down, worse coming up.

and they weren't sunny side on the exit.

i've probably said too much.

DaddyKaos said...

Too bad you had to heave, at least by the time you got to banter with B, you were through the worst of it. Looking forward to the pics.

Mimi said...

Yuck. I'm sorry.

Lia Hollander said...

It was lovely to meet you too! I am sad that I didn't get to grill you on Strange Love Live. You will just have to come back again soon (w/o the eggs)!

julie said...

There's a reason food poisoning is one of my greatest fears (next to alligators). I'm glad you still made the trip, though!

Bubblewench said...

Now I finally freakin get what the hell happend! That majorly sucks.