I don't know if I can begin to describe just how crazy Sept. 30th was for me. But I WILL warn you that most of this blog entry is not for the faint of heart or weak stomachs.
It started with me waking up to take Alex to class. I was still feeling ill, so I went straight to bed when I got home, setting my alarm for around noon.
At roughly 11:30, my body decides it isn't comfortable resting and I wake up. And my dog's puked all over my sheets not far from me. Twice.
It gets worse. As I'm cleaning that up, she...er...has the runs on the floor. While taking care of everything, I start gagging. All that rest I had was for naught; my illness immediately took advantage, and I was dazed and exhausted again with a slight fever.
On my phone was a message: Alex already got out at around 10:45am. So not only did I sleep through my dog barfing, but I also dozed through her text.
I hurriedly get to her after explaining the situation via text. When we get home, Cocoa gets worse: On top of the diarrhea, she suddenly starts dripping blood from her rear. We took her to the vet to find that there were no blockages of any sort and no masses, therefore probably nothing she ate. But it may have been a bacterial infection.
After taking the dog home, Alex and I decide that we need to get out for a little while. When it starts raining. Which immediately makes me feel a little at ease. We run over to Olive Garden to grab a bite, a 10-minute wait time avoided by sitting at the bar area for dinner.
We get the soup course of our meals and start. Just a few bites in, and the Powers-that-Be decided to have one last cosmic gag.
The guy at the table next to us sneezes. With a mouthful of wine.
And the spray is wide. Very, very wide. There's wine all over my left arm and leg, and all over Alex's arm and shoulder. The couple is extremely apologetic, nervously laughing a tad and explaining that the black pepper in the food crept up on him just as he was sipping the wine. I try to assure them that there was no harm done, and that things happen. Alex lets them know that she's been through far worse, then goes to touch up a bit.
We continue our meal. As we're eating and talking about the day's events thus far, the waitress comes to us. With a shocking revelation.
The couple paid our entire bill. The WHOLE THING. And left the waitress a hefty tip, too.
All we could do was stare at each other with a "duh" look for several seconds before thanking them.
We left, still stunned at the turn of events and decide, collectively with Alex's sister Amber, that we need to hit up a record store. I'd never been to Zia before, and I must say that I'm impressed with their selection of stuff. Not just music and anime, but they had a few of the ice trays I wanted, too (like the Jolly Roger ice tray).
Alex and I come back to my place, curling up (without a blanket, since it was now in the dryer) to watch "Paprika". I start dozing off a half-hour into it (don't worry, I've seen it before), a combination of exhaustion from the day's events and my flu bug creeping up on me.
So now, I'm sitting here with Alex asleep, my dog passed out near my pillow (she's looking and feeling much better) and my throat sore, but otherwise feeling decent overall. And I'm hungry. But this just shows how serendipity goes; had none of that happened in the manner it did, we would've never found ourselves with a free meal and a Hell of a story.
Anyhow, no results yet on the writing contest, so I'll end this lengthy blog entry here and let everyone know what's going on with the contest results when I find out.
