Aug 05, 2007 06:51
I spent my whole childhood waiting for it. It never came.
By the time I reached adulthood, I had waited so long I thought it would never come.
Then, a while back, I actually thought about taking steps to prevent it from ever happeneing, but then I thought 'why rush? if it hasn't happened yet, it probably never will. I mean, what are the chances?' So i dragged my feet.
Well, regardless of what the chances were, I really hit the motherfucking jackpot this time.
I. HAVE. CHICKENPOX.
And I could just die.
All weekend plans - cancelled. Meeting at Wag Hotel Monday? Cancelled. Merchandise pull for the San Jose Mercury News Fall Fashion shoot on Tuesday? Will most likely have to be cancelled.
And then the bigger problem: I was supposed to fly to Toronto on Wed to catch my first glimpse of Cirque du Soleil's KOOZA. Ain't gonna happen for obvious reasons, but most importantly, I do not want to be "PATIENT 0" spreading this hateful, annoying disease all over two countries and a Cirque du Soleil troupe of 500. And if I dont do Toronto, I cant make the side trip to NYC, so thats off.
And even if Im not contagious come Wed, I ain't leaving this house until i stop looking like Howdy Doody with a beard... that's infested with blisters.
cirque,
travel,
illness