Sick Sense

First off, I search "sick" on photobucket.com and the majority made me almost puke all over my keyboard. For this post you will have to use your own imagination.

Anyways, this weekend boyfriend and I went to an early St. Patrick's day party. I was pumped to wear my cute green shirt. And I had made green rice krispie treats that I really just wanted to eat all by myself.

We get there, we chat, I make some drinks, we eat and then people start really showing up. The house starts to get packed, the music gets louder, as do the voices. Then one of boyfriend's friends who just got his wisdom teeth out starts to bleed, and my face gets hot and my belly turns. I make a quick exit and get some air.

With no place to sit a large group of us are standing in the kitchen, some leaning against the stove. The smell of gas starts to get stronger and stronger. We inform the owner of the house who experiments and finds out with a quick small explosion that one of the burners is leaking. The gas is turned off.

Mind you I'm still feeling a little queasy. Then people want to talk and I really can't think of any interesting things to say because I'm trying to concentrate on not puking. I inform boyfriend and he tends to my needs and says that we can leave at any time. Ten minutes later I throw in the towel and we leave.

I find out today that we left at just the right time because one of the kitchen folk soon puked all over and drama was created by one of the more attention seeking friends.

I had plenty of fun laying in bed in my new pjs (gotta love target!) watching a movie and being taken care of by boyfriend.