To say I’ve been lax in my blogging would be an understatement. Back in April, Tony and I went out to Seattle for Matt and Alisa’s wedding. The trip was our very first trip together. We took a day off to maximize our time and try to make the most of it.
Our last night in town, we hit Outback Steakhouse to start celebrating early, came home to finish packing and hit the hay because we had a ridiculously early flight out.
And that’s when the food poisoning kicked in. It was one of the most excruciating experiences of my life. I seriously considering not going. But missing Matt and Alisa’s wedding just didn’t seem like an option.
So, off to the airport we went. We stocked up on tums, Immodium, water and Vitamin Water for the flight. I hoarded any plastic bag we came across and checked for barf bags as soon as we boarded. Tony was an absolute trooper – he was so good to me, taking care of me, carrying everything, letting me rest on him.
I slept all of our short flight to DC, where we connected to Seattle. I slept most of the second flight and was definitely feeling better when I woke up.
We got off the flight and were confronted with this at baggage claim:
notes from the 'burbs 