12.31.2007

CT is the Shits


Yesterday I began my traveling for New Years. That meant SEPTA to Trenton, NJ Transit to Penn Station, the 1 train and the shuttle to Grand Central, and Metro-North to New Haven, CT. Then Darcy's car to Hartford. This would have been made more enjoyable if I did not have a raucous case of the shits. I don't really know where they came from, but late Saturday night I started shooting liquid from my ass. I almost canceled the whole thing, but I thought I felt better Sunday morning. I was wrong about that though. 


Eventually I made it to Darcy's apartment and Oliver came and said hi. I felt a little bit better. But not better enough to order more than a salad at Plan B. This was embarrassing. After "dinner" I had to make another trip to the littler shitter's room. This resulted in a detailed conversation about exactly how things went in there with Darcy and her doctor friends. Later we were supposed to go see "No Country for Old Men", but I had to put the kibosh on that. Instead we went home, made tea, and watched "40 Year Old Virgin". The good news is that around 5:00 AM this morning my fever broke. And Oliver came back to snuggle.

5 comments:

tommy said...

I don't think the internet is the place for these types of thoughts. It's the place for gambling & pornography & videos of wedding parties dancing to Thriller. Please.

wb said...

I'll put whatever I want on the internet Ansley.

tommy said...

You sound angry. Still go the runs?

wb said...

No, I don't. But it turns out that the whole Barnebey Clan had a run-in with the runs in the last few days.

DarcyM said...

I am just happy that I am still solid, but I am cautious.