Jennifer, Newbride, and Fuunkymonk... Thank you for your posts! You really put a smile on my face today!
Jennifer, I did have a nice Mother's Day. The boys gave me flowers and cards. We went to a friend's mom's house. It was a bbq and I really felt like I could sit around and do nothing. The kids played out back and the gals sat around with beverages and magazines and remote controls! Pretty nice day.
Fuunky, I think you described my latest "funk", "funkish" not "funky" and this is a bumpy part of the road, not a trip off the wagon (althoug my feet have dangled over the edge for a few days).
Newbride, that was a very emabarassing moment! I'm with Jennifer in hopes that they were gracious!
So, here is the moment you have been waiting for...
Saturday evening DH and I were invited to dinner by a friend of his that I've only met once before. He and his wife, his sister and her husband, and his brother were all going to Universal (theme park) and would we meet them at City Walk for dinner? (City Walk is an area outside of the theme park that has "theme" restaurants and bars and shops.) We went to eat at Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville. The dinner was good. The restaurant was very "fun," men on stilts, Jimmy Buffet concert clips on huge screens, music, good food.
Well, when we left the house I had a headache. Throughout dinner my headache got worse. The food smells, the motion on the screens, etc. I ate dinner (1/2 a chicken club wrap and half the fries and a raspberry margaritia), but by the end of dinner I had to go to the bathroom just to escape the room. I couldn't finish the margarita and I didn't want dessert. I just wanted to leave. I went outside and sat on a bench while everyone else finished up.
We started back toward the front of the park and suddenly I felt ill, very ill. Now, I'm looking for a bathroom, but I can't talk because I'm sure that if I do, I'll throw up. I'm really embarassad, so I head over to the back of a restaurant, Emirill's. Nice bank of windows so guests can look out and a large hedge. Yup, I barf in the hedges.
UGH! Of course, everyone is concerned about me and they feel badly. (Not as badly as I...)
Now you guys may have guessed that I'd probably barf, but I'm not a brafer. I don't like barfing and I thought if I just didn't let myself do it, it wouldn't happen, so I'm even more embarassed!
Moments later I find a bunch of public restrooms and the First Aid station. I wash up and get some Pepto. I only hope I didn't earn myself any ugly nicknames or elbow poking amongst hubby's friends!
Ugh! just typing this is making me cringe!
Gotta go pick up the preschooler!