Paris
So, you may be thinking why I'm on a computer typing up a journal entry when I should be walking around Paris, enjoying the sights.
Here's what happened yesterday:
9am - Flight lands
10am - Arrival at my hotel
12:30 - Jean Marie (a foreign exchange student who lived with my Aunt) picks me up. We got to the Eiffel Tower and eat lunch nearby.
3 - Naptime
5 - Have a glass of wine with some of my coworkers
7 - Feel sick, lay down to sleep
8 - Food Poisoning commences
I spend the next 12 hours parly dillusional, having weird dreams during the brief moments when I'm asleep and not in the bathroom.
7am the next day - Crew desk calls. My flight home has cancelled, and I can't leave til tomorrow. I have to fly to Washington, DC first, and then fly to Chicago.
Seriously. WTF. I sort of want to die. I've stopped getting sick, but my whole body hurts like something fierce.
At least I got released from work on Wednesday, so I'll have four days off when I get back. In other words, Mike, I'll definitely be over to play some Smash.
Ugh, shoot me.
Here's what happened yesterday:
9am - Flight lands
10am - Arrival at my hotel
12:30 - Jean Marie (a foreign exchange student who lived with my Aunt) picks me up. We got to the Eiffel Tower and eat lunch nearby.
3 - Naptime
5 - Have a glass of wine with some of my coworkers
7 - Feel sick, lay down to sleep
8 - Food Poisoning commences
I spend the next 12 hours parly dillusional, having weird dreams during the brief moments when I'm asleep and not in the bathroom.
7am the next day - Crew desk calls. My flight home has cancelled, and I can't leave til tomorrow. I have to fly to Washington, DC first, and then fly to Chicago.
Seriously. WTF. I sort of want to die. I've stopped getting sick, but my whole body hurts like something fierce.
At least I got released from work on Wednesday, so I'll have four days off when I get back. In other words, Mike, I'll definitely be over to play some Smash.
Ugh, shoot me.