weekend recap: nothing a shot in the ass won't fix

Well, I should start by explaining the title. You see, yesterday was possibly one of the most miserable days of my life. I managed to somehow pick up the nasty stomach flu that is going around, and I got it bad. and it doesn't help that I never get sick, so I'm not very good at it. Actually, not including last year's post-surgery incident, I probably haven't thrown up since elementary school. So, when my thermometer (that Steph brought me along with Saltines, a paper, and Gatorade b/c she's wonderful) reached 102.2, I figured I should get checked out. So, 2 hours and one shot later at Patient First, I was diagnosed, told I wasn't going to die, and sent on my way. Still, though, I am absolutely completely miserable. I still have a fever and I still can't eat. Think of all the symptoms you could possible have when you're sick, put them all together, and you pretty much have me. Maybe it's karma.

Except, I can't think of anything especially bad I've done lately that would bring this on. I mean, I spent a ton of money on Saturday morning, but I figured I deserved it after being so good. Plus, I made some great purchases: an adorable Dooney & Bourke that's totally me, some new clothes that actually fit (woohoo for pants being too big!), some Cole Haan slip on sneakers I've been wanting, a fondue pot (the Melting Pot got me addicted!), and a new perfume I am in LOVE with (anyone else like Amor Amor?) Nothing wrong with spending a little money, right? And the next time I complain about my job, remind me of the ridiculously large profit sharing check I was given Friday...

so the day is out, I'm thinking maybe it was Saturday night's fault. It was innocent enough-- I went out with Six Foot Four again after a perfectly okay first date. He was still very nice. We ended up eating at a kind of shady dinner place though after it turned out his first choice had been recently closed down. But the best part was where we went after. He paid attention that I love to try new things, so he got us tickets to a jazz show at a wonderfully quaint old little theater. And when I saw the name Chris Brubeck in the trio, I wondered why it was so familiar. But, after hearing "Blue Rondo a la Turk," I remembered how much I like Dave Brubeck and realized it was a record one of my exes used to play. Not a good thought during a date. Otherwise, though, the show was wonderful! I had a fabulous time and I loved every second. The only problem was, for him this was something new and different. For me this was something I've been doing my whole life, in the same pattern as just about everything we talk about. And I think it was then that I realized that although Six Foot Four is very nice, very attentive, and very sweet, he is not the guy for me. I think I need someone a little bit more exceptional, if that makes any sense. And for the karma part-- fully knowing this, I still said "I had a great time" and agreed that we should go out again. I just felt so bad about the effort he put in and the money he spent, even though I offered to pay for dinner... is that really bad? I am so bad with that stuff.

And, well, you already heard about Sunday. But there were some interesting things from this weekend. For instance, I found out from findyourspot.com that Norfolk is the 4th best place for me to live and Virginia Beach is the 6th. interesting, huh? Philly is nowhere on the list-- probably because I vehemently answered "strongly disagree" to any survery question involving snow or cold weather :) My top, though, is Jacksonville, and my second interestingly enough is Charleston, which is a city I fell in love with when I visited last year. San Antonio is also on the list, so when I go in a few weeks, I'll have to check it out.

And lastly, I think the coolest part of the weekend (other than fitting into the smaller of the two sizes I brought in the dressing room) was a sight on my way out Saturday night: when I was crossing the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel, it was just about dusk, and as I looked out into the bay, you couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky started. I think it might've been the prettiest shade of blue-gray I've ever seen. There's something about Mother Nature that can always put a smile into life.

Anyway, I am back to lying down, which seems like it will be pretty much all I do for the next couple days. And I'm bored out of my mind, so if anyone has any little effort boredom busters, send them over! later all!