God is whispering in my ear

(Evil Twin #2 and I went to France last weekend, but she has the pics so I will let her post about it)

My high school physics teacher Mr. Hrasky used to get so excited about the subject that everytime he would derive a fundamental law of nature on the white board, he would say in a really hushed tone "Do you hear that kids? Do you hear that? That's God whispering in your ear."

On Friday, I went out with G to celebrate his company getting the go ahead to go public. It was a big deal, which may explain why I relented and go out with him and his posse.

We went to Sorellina, an old man restaurant that is the mirror image of its sister restaurant Mistral. I walked in with my blue and taupe chiffon longsleeved wrap around dress that makes me look like a thirty something business woman. I did sneak in a pair of bronze sandals, but even though they were kind of cool they were hidden on my feet, and I think that is how I got by the hostess. Inside, I could smell the desperation in the women wearing way too sexy work clothes, making that one glass of white wine last as long as possible, and the gelled haired men wearing their Brooks Brothers sports jackets sans tie to make them look lassez faire.

I drank a cosmo and then a flirtini. I was charming or at least amusing as I told my story about getting stuck in between two women fighting on the 39 bus. (A story that deserves its own blog entry.) Of course, the only question the boyz had was "Why would you take a bus?"

By the time we got seated at our table, I was drunk. Normally, it takes more that two drinks, but then again I do not normally wait until 10 pm to eat dinner. Dinner was fun. Maybe it was the alcohol goggles. We even shared appetizers, which included Wayku beef meatballs, which we were cool for ordering because meatballs were off menu.

The entrees were good. The bass I ordered was tasty and I drank the table's choice of a Bordeux. Did I mention I was drunk? Even K's annoying commentary on everything and anything seemed amusing. I did not call him an idiot once.

By the time I crawled into bed, I knew I was in trouble for the morning. My stomach was a little queasy. I took in a few bottles of water. I kept sweating all night. I had the chills. I woke up at 6 am to run to the bathroom. I felt better and crawled back into bed.

At about 10 am, I walked around outside. At about 4pm, I started having uncontrollable gastro-intestinal distress. On the 6 o'clock news, there was a story on e. coli found in ground beef sent to Massachusetts. Ding ding ding. I called G and asked if he felt ill too. "Well, I did fart a lot last night, and had the worst s$#@ this morning, but I feel fine. Actually, I think some of the other guys had the same thing. None of us are sick now. Maybe it was the fish." Well, it was something. It is Monday night, and I am still afraid of leaving my apartment in fear of not finding a bathroom in time.

After consulting with my roommate C, a pathology resident, she said that it was likely the meatballs that has made me ill. HA! Vindicated, I knew it. She, also, said, it is normal for just one person to be more susceptible to it. And that is where I disagree.

As I was sitting on my porcelain thinking chair, expelling what only could be gatorade and my intestines digesting itself, I heard it. G spends too much time on this blog, therefore must be too much a part of my life. I wasted a quality boy trolling Friday night (and eventually the whole long weekend) on G. Yes, it was God whispering in my ear yet another fundamental law of nature, "Find addtional single people to hang out with because some people will always give you distress in some form or another."