I was feeling a little off for a couple days, but being typical me, I refused to let that throw off any my social plans, until last night when I was chilling out with my going-to-pop-out-a-baby-at-any-moment work spouse.
First of all, you know things are off if we order Swiss Chalet, and all I ask for is soup. As we watched "Big Daddy" on TV, and ate and WS complained of baby cramps, I thought that I must be having sympathy cramps or something, 'cuz my stomach was not happy. After the movie was over, I apologized that I had to go home 'cuz I did not feel well.
After an endless subway-ride home, I drew a hot bath as fast as I could (of course throwing in a Lush bath bomb to ease my pain). I could feel my teeth chattering, and I looked in the mirror and saw that my lips were blue. I keep my bath water hot by leaving the hot water running most of the time and dreaded leaving the water to the cold air of my apartment.
After I was extremely prune-ish and came to accept the fact that I could not sleep in the bathtub, I changed into my warmest pjs, put my warmest hoodie over that (with the hood up), and piled every blanket I owned onto my bed. I passed out before I even turned off my lights. I woke up sweating at about 2:30 am, removed some of the blankets and my hoodie, and then went back to sleep.
I woke up this morning feeling 100% and thankfully did not have to cancel today's social plans. Thank goodness 'cuz you know I hate doing that.
And that is how I boiled out some nasty bug that was making me ill.
Anyway, here are some random NYC pictures from last weekend.










The Will Ferrell show was just as funny as it sounds. I loved it. I laughed so hard that I almost cried. That show was the highlight of the trip for me. Other things that we did included eating lots of good food, lots of shopping, wandering around Greenwich village, walking around Central Park, nerding out at the American Museum of Natural History, and enjoying the view of the city from Top of the Rock. I also like the bottom of the Rock 'cuz it makes me think of 30 Rock. And I loved being amongst the rich at the Waldorf even though I'm not so rich.
Speaking of the rich, it's almost Oscar time! Hmmm, if I win this year's Oscar pool, I'll be perhaps $100 richer.







