you know it's a good weekend when you get sick during the takeoff of your 2pm flight home from chicago.
i'm not a puker - but apparently i was today.
thank god for those little sick bags. never in my wildest dreams did i think i would EVER have to use one of those.
and of course in my grand fashion, when i was done (gross), the only thing i could do was laugh at myself.
muffin was in hysterics in the seat next to me too - even taking pictures! i must give some serious props though to maria the nice woman sitting next to me who completely understood where i was coming from.
the worst part was that because i got sick during take off, i had to literally hold my bag of puke for about ten minutes till i was allowed to get out of my seat and get rid of the bag.
seriously, how could i not laugh at myself?
i guess you can expect all of the above to happen when you are up till 5am. if i lived in a city where the bars are open to 4am i'd be doomed.
i'll post pics and a re-cap of the fabulousness tomorrow, but for now - BED.