My parents still have dial-up!?!?!?

I know sweet blog! It has been too long! But it's not without reason that I haven't been on a computer for a couple of days.

The plan for this week was for Wes, Kyle, Mike and me to pick Jimmy up at the airport at 11:30 Wednesday night, for me to drive home early Thursday morning so that I could enjoy Turkey Day with my family, and for Wes to make the trip north Friday. It sounds simple so of course a million things went wrong:

Wednesday night started off well enough. Wes, Mike, and I hit up the Wine & Spirits to stock up for the evenings adventures. I got Little Boomey Chardonnay (stupid Perkasie W&S only had Shiraz and Chardonnay in Little Boomey) and I figured a white would go better with Turkey Dinner the next day than the red... so even though I don't care for it, I got the Chardonnay. Wes got his espresso vodka and Mike got Yukon Jack.

When we returned to Wes' parents house, the boys insisted upon a game of shooters and ladders... The shortest drinking game I've ever played. Wes' dad was sipping on some of my chardonnay and his mom was standing to the side, disapproving of our (binge) drinking but laughing hysterically at Mikes antics. Kyle showed up to drive our drunk selves to Philly Airport to pick up Jimmy. Mike mixed some of his Yukon and lime juice (a snakebite, I believe) in a soda bottle for the trip (which I did not approve of). We found Jimmy without problem but on the way back... A cigarette butt that I thought I had flicked out of the window had actually come back inside and sat between my hoodie and Kyle's car seat for a period of time before Kyle says "what's burning!?!?" That's when I felt the warm sport on my back and brushed the cigarette away. I, of course, didn't remember this had happened until I went to put that hoodie on yesterday and my brother goes "There are burn holes all over that!!!" and Kyle calls and says "I know what was burning in my car!"

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had Kyle drop me off at the house so that the boys could go out and play and I could get to sleep in order to wake up and drive home in the morning. I went to sleep at 1:30am... and woke up at 5am to a terribly squeamish stomach and a still-empty bed next to me. After lying there for a few minutes, I decided that this wasn't just a rumbley stomach... this was what Wes and his dad had been suffering from the week before. So I got up to put clothes on and go do my thing downstairs... and as soon as I stand up, my tummy decides it's time to expel everything. Luckily there is a little garbage can in our room so I run over there and start heaving (pleasant, I know). As I'm there, naked and barfing, who should walk in but a very intoxicated Wesley. I yell "GET OUT GET OUT!" and he backs out unaware of what he's walked in to.

As soon as the heaving stops I throw on some clothes and run the trash downstairs and throw it out, clean up the rim of the can, and grab the mop bucket. I made up a home on the living room couch until about 8am at which point I moved downstairs so as to avoid dealing with people and the smells of thanksgiving dinner being cooked. I texted my mum and said I wasn't able to make the drive. I was actually pretty upset that my stupid body decided to get sick that day. I was glad that I didn't have work or school and could just veg out and recover... but I really had wanted to come home for dinner with my family. So I veg and veg... and throw up and throw up... and finally, around 1pm, Wes wakes up and finds a pathetically ill Em curled up on the basement couch (watching a lot of House!!). He brought me ice and popsicles and bought me lemonade and made me lemonade ice cubes (try them! they're delicious!). I was able to swallow everything without immediately bringing it back up... so around 7 that night we decided to get packed up and make the trip to my parents.

I felt fine lying down on the couch but when I got up and began moving I felt super crummy but we managed to get piggie and clothes and guitar packed and began the trip. I had plastic bags just in case and my stomach was a little lurchy but all-in-all it was a pleasant trip and we made it here a little after 11pm. My mum heated us up stuffing and gravy and potatoes and it was the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner I've ever had.

We saw my Mum and sister off as they headed out to Best Buy around midnight to go stand in line. I think they went just so they could say they did it! I would've gone with them but I had only slept four hours in the last 36 and was exhausted. My mum woke me up Friday morning so that we could take my car to get inspected (a cost that was supposed to have been $50 and turned into $85!!!) and then back home for more sleep. Woke up at 1:30pm when the car place called to say my car was ready but didn't get down there until 3pm or so. I left straight from the car place to go have sushi with Steve. We went to Wegman's which has decent, cheap sushi and I discovered that Wegman's sells beer now! LOTS of beer! I didn't buy any but Steve picked up a 24oz can of Foster's for less than $3!

Wes and I vegged out last night and watched the first two Lord of the Rings movies (because he has never seen them!!!) which took up approximately 370 minutes of our evening. In between movies, we made a trip out for coffee and Wesley's weekly lottery ticket. Turns out he won $15 off his $10 ticket! Hey, if you're not gonna win big, you might as well be happy that you've won more than you spent on the ticket!!

I'm bummed it's Saturday already and that we have to go back to Sellers-stupid-ville tomorrow... but today we're going to my aunt Carol's because I haven't seen her house in forever and they've done a lot to it... and to my aunt Trish's who's a little bizarre and really annoying but is a fantastic cook... and then to my dad's club for dinner tonight (taco's and taco salad!). Hopefully I get to do something with my Brittknee today... I can't believe it's Saturday already! Boo :(

OH! As I was brushing my teeth this morning I realized that I was spitting brown spit. So, naturally, I look at my tongue in the mirror and it's brown! My tongue is brown!!! Talk about icky pants. This really freaked me out because I had just seen a House episode in which some guy had bacteria growing on his tongue and it was this big mystery and what-not. So, naturally, I think I'm going to die. I calmly come down the to computer and open google.com, the answer to all of lifes questions, and search "brown film on tongue." Turns out, it was just a chemical reaction to the pepto bismol chewable tablets I had taken last night!!! phew! After my brush with death, I'm ready for some leftover stuffing in a pool of gravy :)