Last night was meant to be the last low key night before the partying began. I am very conscious that I need to take good care of myself leading up to this very important day so I don't want to risk any sort of tiredness and the 3rd day jet lag is always the worst.
I didn't expect our lunch encounter with three funky dudes from the O-dot to actually affect was was meant to be a calm evening.
We had a lovely dinner at D's sister's house, playing and goofing with the kids. It was great to be a part of all that.
What we didn't prepare for was the poision that was about to infect D's parent's house.
We left the dinner party about 7pm, got home just in time for poor D to let the demons unleash.
It was beyond a shadow of a doubt. FOOD POISONING! This was DEFINITELY NOT from the lovely home cooked meal we got from D's family but from the F****N restaurant. His worst nightmare realised.
From 730pm until 1am, the poor soul became one with the bathroom and a bucket.
His parents and I sat by his bed like a vigil, taking turns convincing him to take gravol and imodium, fingers crossed that the last leap to the bathroom would be the last one.
With the party starting tonight, was concerned about his state to actually go and thought that perhaps I would find another transportation mechanism to get there.
He awoke at 10am this morning, groggy and barely audible, only to ask me if I had gotten directions.
Directions? What to the bathroom?
No, to the party.
Now that's dedication. Up all night surrendering your insides to the Gods and the first thing he's worried about is getting me to the party on time.
He's so dreamy. Albeit, a slightly thinner paler dreamy than usual.
After jello, a banana and LOTS of Gatorade, we'll be off to the party around 6:30.
Guessing we won't need to find a DD after all...
I didn't expect our lunch encounter with three funky dudes from the O-dot to actually affect was was meant to be a calm evening.
We had a lovely dinner at D's sister's house, playing and goofing with the kids. It was great to be a part of all that.
What we didn't prepare for was the poision that was about to infect D's parent's house.
We left the dinner party about 7pm, got home just in time for poor D to let the demons unleash.
It was beyond a shadow of a doubt. FOOD POISONING! This was DEFINITELY NOT from the lovely home cooked meal we got from D's family but from the F****N restaurant. His worst nightmare realised.
From 730pm until 1am, the poor soul became one with the bathroom and a bucket.
His parents and I sat by his bed like a vigil, taking turns convincing him to take gravol and imodium, fingers crossed that the last leap to the bathroom would be the last one.
With the party starting tonight, was concerned about his state to actually go and thought that perhaps I would find another transportation mechanism to get there.
He awoke at 10am this morning, groggy and barely audible, only to ask me if I had gotten directions.
Directions? What to the bathroom?
No, to the party.
Now that's dedication. Up all night surrendering your insides to the Gods and the first thing he's worried about is getting me to the party on time.
He's so dreamy. Albeit, a slightly thinner paler dreamy than usual.
After jello, a banana and LOTS of Gatorade, we'll be off to the party around 6:30.
Guessing we won't need to find a DD after all...
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