A move that has left me today worshipping not to the super bowl, but rather – the toilet bowl.
It’s just; I hadn’t seen my friend Kris in so long. We hadn’t had time to catch up in ages. And then, here she was. Having driven 6 hours from LA just to see me. Just to hang out.
And we may have gone a little overboard.
It started with dinner last night at the cutest little Italian place just up the street from my hotel. A Bellagio in Campbell, CA. If you live anywhere near the area, I definitely suggest checking it out, because the food was wonderful and the staff was incredible. I had been embarrassed when we walked in with me in my flip flops and a t-shirt (it’s not exactly like I packed nice clothes for this trip) and was feeling incredibly underdressed, but they were still just all over being good to us.
Making it easy for us to sit at our table catching up and enjoying the bottle of Pinot Noir we had ordered. Followed by the shots of limoncello that were brought to us on the house after our meal.
So already (2 glasses of wine and 1 shot of limoncello in… and OK, there may have been some Port with dessert as well) I had probably had more than I needed. Especially just a few days out from surgery. But it was just so nice to see my old friend and so exciting to have some girl time, we decided it would be prudent to grab another bottle of wine for back at the hotel.
A bottle of wine I wish we had left untouched.
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Because there we sat, two old friends drinking wine and catching up and thinking nothing at all about any of it (after all, there was a time in our lives when this friend and I could spend the night polishing off wine and cheese as if it was our business). But I don’t think either of us was prepared for the hangover we were setting ourselves up for this morning.
I’m not sure I will ever be able to drink red wine again.
We spent the day in varying stages of consciousness. Attempting to watch some Hillary Duff movie as I found myself getting up every 30 minutes or so to spend some more time huddled in front of the toilet bowl.
Neither one of us had even a passing interest in The Super Bowl at this point.
But I suppose it was funny. Humorous to an extent that I especially had done this to myself a day out from needing to complete a bowel prep and 2 days out from surgery.
I’m pretty sure that as smart moves go, this wasn’t one of them.
It was probably mid-afternoon when we made the decision to go to In & Out, and I finally began to feel human again. It’s been more or less uphill since then. I’m sipping on a Trader Joe’s very berry smoothie right now, and contemplating giving the leftovers from last night a shot. So, I think I’m on the mend.
And hoping to get as much nourishment into myself today as possible, before I have to deplete it all again tomorrow.
But yes, this fine Super Bowl Sunday has been spent instead worshiping the toilet bowl. And I have said a thousand little curses to myself and my love for red wine.
Still… For a good night spent catching up with one of my oldest friends, I suppose I would do it all again. Kris just got in her car to make the drive back a little while ago, and already I am missing her like crazy. Loving that she made that trip for me. For just one night of girl talk and catching up. Loving that I have friends so willing to go out of their way to see me when the opportunity presents itself.
I’m feeling like a pretty lucky lady at this point.
My old roommate from San Diego is flying in tomorrow, and is fully prepared to spend the day in bed with me as I run back and forth to the restroom for the bowel prep. I think she’s even excited about it. Finding humor in the entire scene before it has even begun.
My dad and SIL should be arriving sometime tomorrow afternoon/evening.
So, tonight is my last night of eating and solitude.
I might flip on the Super Bowl just in time to figure out who won.
And tomorrow?
Let the fun begin.
