Also on my last night in California, it seems that all the indulgent food I partook in during the week I was there, decided to revolt. Out of my butt. Every hour, starting at 1AM. Around 5AM, I deliriously questioned whether it's better to vomit out of my rear end or my face. I realize with such clarity, that of course, I'd take the squirts over puking because I get to sit down. I caught my flight with an ingested dose of Imodium and handfuls of Pepto Bismol tablets and Tums. After fearfully eating only a banana and 6 Munchkins at the Dallas airport on Wednesday, I spent Thursday and Friday, carefully trying to get the nutrition and water that drained out of me the couple of days earlier. Not sure if I got there, as I was gun-shy to eat almost anything but plain rice.
Thankfully, I had a great team, all those concerns went out the window--it was another dirty, awesome time!
And later in the evening, I took the girl and a friend of hers to see the South Carolina Philharmonic:
Since the girl is in their Youth Strings orchestra, I thought it'd be a good idea for her to hear what to aspire to. Plus we know Winkie Goodwin, the guest pianist, so it was thrilling to watch her perform. Afterwards, the girl said we should congratulate her and treat her to Sandy's for ice cream. I told her it was a very sweet gesture but I'm sure that the orchestra had other plans for her and that, um...Ms. Goodwin wasn't 13 years old and probably wouldn't dig cotton candy ice cream the way she did. But I decided ice cream for the girls was a nice way to end the night and we picked up stuff for sundaes on the way home.
Very satisfying Saturday.
1 comment:
so sad i didn't get to see you that morning. and only you can make diarrhea sound so delightfully hilarious. :D
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