A little story...

A rather interesting thing happened on Friday, and I thought I'd share it with you! If you have a weak stomach, you may not want to read the following.

Friday began as a fairly normal day. Besides the fact that I got up at 6:15 to get ready and go to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale (which, by the way, was a mad house). Well, I attended the sale, went home, get ready for work, and headed for the office. Lunch hour came around, and I headed off to Sensuous Sandwich with some coworkers, as I've done many times. I believe I ordered the Sensuous Sandwich (how originial). We ate lunch, and headed back to work.

Friday was one of those busy days, and I ran errands back and forth between a couple buildings. Now 4:30 rolls around, and I start feeling S-I-C-K. Like this weird nauseous feeling, and I'm all shaky and weak. Odd, right? Well, I thought so too. But I figured it would pass, so I went about my errands. I had to run to one of our corporate buildings, so I grabbed a friend to come with me and headed off. At this point, I was ready to hurl, but I was fighting it! I finished my errand, and dropped my friend, Ashley, back off at work.

Well, I head down Freedom Blvd on my way home, and immediately have to pull over. I'm leaning out my car at some random side road trying to throw up. You see, I'm trying to sell my car, so why would I want to throw up IN my car? Well, the urge to hurl passes, and I get back in my car and head home. Tadd and I have plans with an old friend of mine and her husband tonight, and we cancelled on them the previous week, so I would feel awful cancelling again! My mind is set that we ARE going with them.

Shannon, my friend, was getting off work from Banana Republic so we'd planned to meet her outside of Nordstrom while she waited for her husband to come get her from work. Tadd and I drove to Nordstrom to meet her, and all the way there I can't open my mouth for fear of throwing up. Tadd is, of course, laughing at me because I'm an idiot for not cancelling. Well, Tadd ends up calling Shannon to find out where to meet her and we pull up outside the south entrance of Nordstrom as she walks out and meets us there.

Shannon approaches our truck, with caution, and asks if I'm ok. I nod, and she starts to hand me a Banana Republic Friends and Family Day postcard, to make me feel better of course! Now, the next few details are a bit hazy, but I believe I yelled at her to move, hurriedly unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door, stepped out and HURLED all over the sidewalk. And when I say, all over, I absolutely mean it. I won't go into the details of how my Sensuous sandwich chose to display itself outside of Nordstrom, but I will say it was terrible.

I am NEVER eating at Sensuous again, seeing as how the only explanation for my behavior was indeed, food poisoning!