First I’d like to apologize for not posting yesterday. We have been in Philadelphia for the last few days and I had set my blog to post every morning until Monday. My aim was to find time Saturday night or Sunday evening to post for Monday but that didn’t happen. Hubby and I had been out all day in the freezing cold exploring Philly mostly on foot and then came back to our hotel to take a little break before we dressed and went out for our anniversary dinner.
We had decided to go to The Capital Grille and it was probably less than 10 blocks from our hotel so we just walked down (it was pretty chilly in a dress but hey, you only live once right?) to the restaurant around 6 or 6:30. Dinner was delicious and they treated us like royalty and since it was our anniversary they gave us a free appetizer, champagne toast AND dessert! Bad thing was that about half way through dinner something hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt so sick I thought I’d have to get better to even die!
I’m sure it had nothing to do with our food there. I’m thinking it was being out in the cold all day and our Georgia bones aren’t used to that kind of cold. Or maybe it was the coffee I drank earlier that I told hubby tasted burned or bad or something but I was so cold I drank it anyway! I ate my appetizer and a couple bites of hubby’s steak and a couple bites of my chicken and seriously couldn’t eat another bite. He graciously boxed up our desserts for us to enjoy later back at the hotel but the only thing I enjoyed after getting back was the bed and I was so sick I didn’t even enjoy that! I barely made it back to the room before I started throwing up and a few minutes later I thought I was going to have to sit there on the toilet with the trash can on my lap because I couldn’t decide which way it was going to come out. MISERABLE…
Once all that calmed down I ripped off my clothes and threw on my nightgown and climbed in the bed. I don’t think it was even 8:30. I can’t remember the last time I went to bed that early. And once I was in the bed I couldn’t get warm. I was so cold I was literally shaking but Hubby said I was hot to the touch so I guess I was running a high fever. I was up several times during the night but basically slept from then until almost 7 Monday morning so there was no way I was in any shape to write or post or check anything. We really did enjoy our dinner (before I got sick) and thinking back on it the only thing I can think it may have been was that Starbucks I got while we were out sightseeing Sunday afternoon. It was really bitter and tasted weird but I was so cold and drank it anyway… my bad. I should have listened to my gut (literally) and not drank it.
I will post later this week about the rest of the trip but wanted to apologize and at least tell you about the highlight of my trip which was dinner Saturday night. Hubby and I finally got to meet Ron from Vent. We went to a really nice Mexican Restaurant called I think La Vez down near where he works. We had a blast and ended up dragging out dinner to the lobby of the hotel where Ron and I sat and chatted for several hours. I felt like I was reunited with one of my best friends rather than meeting him for the first time. I loved every minute of it and I do have a couple of pics even though they did come out kind of dark. Ron, you are everything and more that I thought you’d be and thanks so much for a lovely evening!