So from the craziness of Tent Sale weekend, Steve & I zipped off to Boston for a 3-day conference. We figured although we'd be tired, the conference promised to be great and we'd have a couple of evenings to dine out as adults. Plus, Boston is still "home" to a certain extent. As you read along, you will understand why there are no accompanying pictures.
Well, the plan was great until we arrived there on Monday and decided to grab a quick lunch at the "fancy" restaurant in the hotel we were staying at. Steve usually balks at hotel restaurants as they are usually so overpriced, but he was happy to accomodate my request, especially since we were short on time. It all went down hill from there.
I ordered clam chowder and a small Caesar salad. He, being the smart one, ordered a burger. Leaving the hotel and walking over to the convention center, I told him I didn't feel very well. The feeling continued most of the afternoon. By the time we went down to the exhibitor hall/shopping with drinks, I was mumbling about NOT going to dinner at all. We had reservations at one of our fave places. After walking around a bit and glass of cheap white wine, I decided I felt okay and we should go. We now start to careen down the hill.
We sat at the bar and I had salad and the teeniest, tiniest piece of steak on the menu. I ate all of four bites. On the way back to the hotel, I really started feeling yucky and by the time I got to the room, I knew I was in trouble. I was now on the bobsled track at full speed.
Needless to say it was a long night.
Tuesday, I dragged myself to the keynote address and multiple sessions all day. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, had a headache, and was working on 3 hours of sleep. By 4pm I looked at Steve and said "i've got to go back to the hotel". I walked back because the cab line was too long. I got into bed at 4:30 and did not get back up until 8:30 this morning. I feel better, not great and still feel like I could sleep for a week, but at least the hurting tummy is gone. Haven't eaten much today, but trust me, it will be a long time before clam chowder is on my menu again.
I promise more knitting/yarn-related updates in the next couple of days.