Sicky in Wisconsin

The stomach flu is the pits. With a capitol P.

So Sunday evening was lovely. I got to go on a for real deal date with my Beau, the Clock and the Crazy. We went to dinner at this lovely little Italian place called Zio. I will leave out the details of what I ate that evening (you will find out why in a moment...) We then headed to the bowling alley...my suggestion :) I am not the best bowler...very inconsistent. But I do like wearing the cute shoes. I got a couple of spares and a strike (did I make that up?...the sickness has shaken my memory) but I kept spinning the ball to the right...usually only getting about three pins down at a time. It was also COSMIC BOWLING! This is when all the lights are off and they have black lights and lazer-y type rotating light balls (what?) hanging from the ceiling. It was all fun and games until certain people in our party starting messing with the score ;)

I couldn't help but observe how bowling brings out funny aspects of people. Maybe it was the blacklight...maybe just the competitive nature of the sport? I don't know...but as I looked around at business yuppies, pregnant woman, kids, grandpa's, and my artsy fartsy folk, we were all acting a little off. I loved it. My beau even pulled me over to sit on his lap...there is something delightfully trashy about a bowling alley...in the best possible way.

I hugged my lovely friends and drifted off into dream land, only to be abruptly awoken around 1:30 AM with...dun dun dun! The dreaded stomach bug. I was up all night with the dang thing. Felt like someone had poisoned me. Needless to say, I wasn't fit to get on my flight that morning at 7, so I had my beau drive me to Urgent Care for some urgent care. They gave me some IV fluids and nausea meds, and then my poor beau started getting sick too! We were a sorry sight. Me all splayed out on the little bed with an IV in my arm, and poor Matthew laying on a makeshift pallet on the floor. The Doc finally said we were good to go and I got on the phone to rearrange my flight...luckily the airline was understanding and switched it for me. A quick nap and then off to the airport went the two sickies. Both of us being sick and crunched for time, our curbside goodbye felt rushed and unsatisfying. But a goodbye squeeze was had never the less. My three flights to WI were fine, but I was struggling. I felt like death and looked like it too. You know it's bad when I don't put on any makeup...I mean, I try not to be a terribly vain person, but I AM an actor... I finally made it to WI around 9 PM and the sweet crew from my show picked my up in the big white van. I think our reunion would have been sweeter if the road wasn't so bumpy on my still delicate tum. I collapsed into my single room and called my momma for good luck. No matter how old I get I still want my momma when I am sick...I bet I will never get over that. They just know what to do to make you feel better somehow...

The night's sleep helped a ton, and I was feeling a bit better this morning. My energy was low for the two shows, but I powered through. I came straight back to the hotel afterward and continued to sleep all afternoon. It was just what the Dr. ordered.

The stomach bug is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Seriously. Tomorrow is another travel day...Nebraska I think?

Hoping sleep will come easily tonight. I am feeling a little homesick for my family and my beau. I will get to see them all relatively soon. Must keep that in mind.

XO.