my weekend sucked

I was looking forward to this weekend ALL WEEK LONG. The work week was really stressful and seemed long even though Monday was a holiday. I was going to work on my kitchen walls, maybe go out to my cousin's to swim and BBQ, but mostly, I was going out for Aaron's birthday. It was going to be FABULOUS.

And then, pretty much from mid-day Thursday on, I was deathly ill. Some sort of stomach virus or food poisoning. I wanted to die. I kept putting off canceling until the last minute because I was hoping that by some miracle I'd suddenly be better and be able to go. But it was not to be.

When I called Aaron to cancel, I was saying I was so sorry that I couldn't come, and he was saying it was OK, and here was my response: "No - I'm not sorry for YOU that I can't come, I'm sorry for ME that I can't come!!!" That may sound selfish, but some of my favorite people on earth were going to spend the whole evening together, eating good food, pouring free drinks down Aaron's throat, and ending up somewhere I really would have liked to go (so I hear).

So my weekend sucked.