Ugh, last night was rough. I had decided that I was finally feeling better, so Mike and I introduced Tom (our friend visiting from England) to the Outback Crackhouse. We thought Tom should try a big American steak, so we took him to the place where everything is cooked in a thin layer of tasty crack. I ate a huge dinner of coconut shrimp, salmon, and two Wallaby Darneds before I realized that I was not in fact fully recovered from my flu. Ugh. Stomach not happy.
We left the restaurant to meet up with some friends at a bar downtown, but I should have gone home instead. Mike really wanted to go out, though, and Tom hadn’t been out for any nightlife the whole time he has been here. So tried to grin and bear it.
We parked several blocks from the bar, just as the sky opened and dropped sheets of rain. I hobbled through the streets, cold, wet, sick, and hormonal. By the time we got to the bar, I was ready to turn around and go back to the car. Only the rain kept me there long enough for the guys to have a beer. I was hoping it would let up outside first.
I felt so weak that I could barely stand. The booming speakers shook my body and made my stomach want to leap out of my mouth. On top of everything, I had the kind of brutal cramps that could make a girl “accidentally” throw someone through a plate glass window. Unfortunately this bar had several windows and a crowd of potential victims. It could have been very bad. Finally I told the guys that I really needed to go. Mike sprinted to the car in the downpour, and came back to pick us up. The poor guy was soaked and freezing, but he didn’t want me to have to walk in that rain again. His thoughtfulness lifted my spirits. No matter how cranky and miserable I am, he’s good to me.
Today I’m feeling better, but I have no desire to eat anything. I have a wedding all afternoon and evening, so I hope I’ll be ok for it!
Hi, I’m Charlotte! I’m a photographer in Reston, Virginia. I love hiking, running, and exploring the world with my husband and young son.