Weeelll....
New Year's Eve didn't go exactly as planned. Me, my Love, my friend Rand and his cousin from Holland were going to go to Busch Gardens since it's free for people who have the anual pass and the three of us (excluding his cousin of course) have them. So we get there, put our names on a 2-hour waiting list for dinner (because there's some special, one-night-only magic show going on and if you are a passholder and you eat at that resturant, you get a reserved seat for the show) and meander over to get a snack. I have some chocolate cake, my Love a cookie, Rand a muffin and his cousin some coffee. The guys want to get in a coaster before dinner so they head over to Montu. I keep my feet firmly on Terra Firma - believing anyone going on that thing is fucking nuts - and wait for them. By this time, over an hour has gone by, so we head back over to the resturant to see where we are in line. Getting close, so we go sit on the patio to wait. About now is when my Love's getting sick. He starts sweating and feeling really ill. We get seated about 15 minutes later (now about 7:20pm) and they take our order. We wait for another hour to get our food during which time my Love goes and gets sick. The food arrives, we all eat to varrying degrees (I simply was not hungry in the slightest after the cake, so I just picked at my dinner which was good but just too much when I was already full). My Love promptly gets ill again. Yeah, you can see where this is going.
Problem is that we all came in the same car - Rand's. And our car is a good 20-30 minutes away. Bah. So Rand's cousin goes and buys a shirt he wanted, we spend another half-hour trying to find a family of four that wanted our ultra-exclusive magic show tickets and then head on out. My Love felt awful that everyone had to leave early - two and a half hours before the fireworks - but he was really ill and no one was mad at him for it. We get to where our car is (Rand's mother's house) and then drive another 20 minutes from there back home. By now it's about 10:30pm and he's been sick since about 7:30. He gets ill one more time (third time's the charm) and we settle in on the couch to watch some tv. Brought in the New Year with Dick Clark (does that guy EVER age??) and the traditional ball drop in NYC. My Love promises that next year we'll do something, though I'm not holding my breath since I know he said the same thing last year as we sat and watched the same Dick Clark New Year show.
So....not the best of new year's, but you can't fault a guy for a stomach flu. Hope everyone had a safe and happy night.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 1/1/2004 01:40:27 AM ~
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