we were celebrating our two year anniversary, so the weekend around april 11th, by having a night out. we had been saving our gift cards from christmas for this special occassion, so first we went to bass pro shops (dan got a fly fishing pole), urban outfitters (i got a rug), and then olive garden for dinner. bass pro shops was probably 80 minutes away so it felt like a long days journey to get there. we finally found it off the freeway and we so thrilled to finally be there. dan opened my door and we walked up to the front door, in awe of the sheer greatness of the place. we walked through the front doors and passed through the security gates. as i looked around and saw the waterfall and the animal figurines and all the amazing-ness of bass pro shops.... i started to cry. really. it was not full on crying, but there were tears. i was "overwhelmed with happiness that we finally made it and i knew how excited dan was." is that good reasoning? either way... that was one of those, "i really must be pregnant" moments.
as a newly pregnant lady i forgot to bring snacks with me and didn't realize i am no longer of what i can and can not handle. we were on our way to dinner and it had been four or five hours since i had eaten (i should have gotten that ice cream cone at bass pro shops!!). i was starting to get so sick in the car ("pleeease hurrrry!"). dan was driving as quickly and "nicely" as he could. we finally made it and i was thrilled to get out of the car. i pitifully walked inside and sat down as dan put our names in. he was my prince charming and asked the hostess for some mints for his wife (for those of you who may not know, these are andes mints, so they are the BEST). he brought them back to me and i cried (literally) because he would do something sooo nice for me and he really was my prince charming. the funniest.
we'd been sitting there for a couple minutes talking with the chattiest little (but not really little) lady across the walkway from us when a little ten-ish year old preteen frantically runs towards us down the walkway from the eating area, stops RIGHT in front of dan and i and THROWS UP all over the floor. right in front of me. she then stands there in utter shock and just looked so scared. she had no idea what to do or where to go. so i got up and helped her to the bathroom and helped her try to wash the throw up off of her jacket. she was so disoriented and embarrassed that i hardly think i was able to help, but i tried. she ran back outside and i'm sure went back to her family. (and she never came back to get more cleaned up, not sure where her mom was...) so i come back out, trying so hard nto to loose it myself and sit back down by danny. the throw up is still there on the floor. droves of under-aged hostesses stood around staring it and it and looking helpless and confused, doing nothing. after people kept stepping in it and walking through it, they finally decided to put a chair or two around it to try to block it off. dan and i could not move seats because we felt it was our duty to warn others since no one else was! so for ten to fifteen minutes we sat there waiting hopefully for someone to come clean this up, thinking- they surely know. they surely are on their way...
we eventually get called back to take our seats and i just miraculously can't seem to find my appetite. (vomit staring at me for fifteen minutes?) we tried to be good sports but were just too grossed out and worried that maybe no one ever did find out. so we spoke to the manager and just made sure he was aware. he expressed his frustration with the helpless hostesses and that they are working on it. he then offered us a free appetizer. for free! we were happy. still a little sick, but happy. we got the trio sampler thing, ate our dinner, and all was well. :)
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i have never been one to get sick on plane rides. i've flown hundreds of times since i was a little tiny one... never... sick. so i went home to see my sweet mama and daddy and did fine on the way out to vegas. it was a direct flight and that was nice! on the way back it was vegas to amarillo, amarillo to dallas, dallas to birmingham. that means:
that's too much. right before my first flight i carelessly ate half a bag of sour patch kids (that i had bought as a surprise to dan... sorrrrry), about a third of a baguette dipped in olive oil & balsamic vinegar (all i ever want these days) and some crackers. so i find my seat wedged in between an asian businesswoman and a little ten-ish year old girl. all was well until we started to lang in amarillo. i turned the air conditioner on the fullest, highest blast i could and tried to deny the obvious sickness i was feeling in my tummy. i was trying to talk myself down and stay cool and calm. sigh... i tried soo hard, but before i knew it i was grabbing the little paper sack out of the seat back pocket and filling it with my stomach contents. grossest! i was so sad for myself and the people next to me, trying to mind their own business but really just too grossed out themselves. since we were landing and not allowed to get up, i just sat there holding my little sack for at least ten minutes until i was able to get up. isn't that just so sad?! i learned my lesson.