2 Days, 7 States and 3 Beds Later, I'm back in DC!

I've had one hell of a week...I left Chicago on Tuesday to begin my long trek home to DC for the holidays. I drove to Columbus through 7 hours of snow, ice, rain and fog and stayed with my aunt and uncle for the night. I then took off the next morning after a sleet storm had passed and made the last leg of the journey. It wasn't nearly as bad weather-wise, but it was vvvv long.

The next morning, I accompanied my mother to her doctor's appointment for her spine surgery then went shopping in Middleburg. We arrived back home around 6pm, when I went directly into the kitchen to make the homemade salsa I promised to bring to the holiday dinner party a friend was throwing the next night. After the salsa was made and my belly was fed, I went up to bed only to be awoken at 3.30am with horrible stomach pains. I couldn't decide if I was going to puke or poop and ended up spending the next hour in the bathroom doing a little of both. The whole of Friday was spent in my PJs, staying as close as possible to the bathroom for the frequent calls that nature made to me. By 4pm, I decided to get my ass in gear and get ready for the dinner party where we were having Christmas Enchiladas and other various spicy foods that my stomach was not going to be too please about. I guess I could have not eaten, but who are we kidding?! Me pass up delicious food that I did not have to cook?! Hell to the no! In any event, I had planned to indulge in some Christmas spirits, but given my stomach issues and having had a ton of Christmas Enchiladas, I decided to forgo the Christmas Bevvies and headed home around 9pm.

Yesterday I went bopping around town running various errands. Nothing too exciting or glamorous. Hell, nothing in the 'burbs of DC is exciting or glamorous, but I digress. Last night I went to a friend's house for a few drinks, then headed to Captial Hill to catch up with some other folks. It was a fun night, from what I can remember of it, but I realized that I am just too old to whoop it up in a bar and over indulge. I can't drink as much as I used to and the suffering the next day just isn't worth it. I say this every time I go out and have a few too many, but it just doesn't resonate with me. Obviously. So, today was recovery day...a slight headache that went away with the help of a dozen or so Advil and my head feels like someone scooped out my brain and replaced it with cotton. I've suffered through a heck of a lot worse, but if I had my way, I wouldn't be suffering at all. Good times, good times.