Tomorrow morning I’m boarding a plane to Chicago to visit Samantha (blog / Twitter) and attend a Wii Fit (YOGA!) party (thanks to the folks at Brand About Town) with her and some other lovely ladies. I’ve never met Samantha (nor any of the other girls), yet I’ll be sleeping at her house for 2 days, eating her food, playing with her adorable little kid, and possibly making s’mores in her backyard.
While that might sound insane to most people- heck, it sounds insane to ME!- know that I am totally excited. A bit nervous, yes (um, I have to/get to ride in a CAB, you guys. BY MYSELF. I have never been in a taxi before. I might pee my pants.) but mostly, very very jazzed.
(And yes, I said jazzed.)
I don’t know much about the Wii Fit party or Brand About Town or any of it really. But when I heard ‘trip’ and ‘bloggers’ and ‘yoga’ and ‘MEETING SAMANTHA’, I was all over it. (A big Thank You to my dear husband for not killing me for spending money on plane tickets and being willing to Single Dad-It for the weekend while I go play with strangers from the Internet. SMOOCHES.)
This trip has been planned for about 2 months, so you can imagine my dismay when earlier this week, I started getting sick. Nothing major, just a cold, but DUDE. Colds suck. Colds on airplanes? Suck even more. Nearly every time I fly, my ears hurt like crazy and I curse the pilot for not descending more slowly so that my sensitive eardrums have time to adjust (I mean, REALLY! HOW RUDE of the pilot, right?) So flying with a cold sounds pretty much like HELL to me. Not to mention the fact that I need to be in tip-top shape so I can party and tour the city and not be a miserable, snotty mess the whole weekend.
But I’m happy to report that a couple of early bedtimes plus drinking Airborne 3 times daily since Monday has effectively kicked this cold to the curb. It never really took hold, just a day or two of sore throat, slight headache, and *almost* a stuffy nose.
All hail the effervescent magic powers of whatever the heck is in Airborne. It might be a hoax, but this is like the fiftieth time it has worked for me.
SO! I’ll be ready to rock tomorrow morning. Bright and early, since I need to be at the airport by 7 (OUCH.) which means I have to leave the house by 6 (OY.) which means dragging my butt out of bed by 5 (SOB.) It’ll be worth it though. I’ve never been to Chicago, so I’m really excited to see it. And someone told me that it’s like, a law or something that I eat some deep dish pizza while I’m there.
To that I say: YES PLEASE.