Yesterday, during the entire drive back to Chicago, I'd felt sick, like an alarmingly terrible hangover (not that I wouldn't have "earned" it), but the extent to which it's stuck with me makes me think it might be food poisoning or even a flu.
I threw up... oh... several times yesterday. A couple times in the hotel before we left. Once in a McDonalds bathroom, and then, sadly, once in the car, into a McDonalds bag which, of course didn't hold, not even for one second, spilling barf all over my lap, forcing me to change my pants outside by the side of the road as trucks zoomed by.
It was... rough. But, even at that worst point, stumbling around on the side of the highway in my underwear, I thought, "this will make for a pretty good travel story."
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