You know someone’s one of your best friends when you wake up on THEIR birthday and it feels like it’s YOUR birthday. Caroline is up in Seattle, home, the northwest…and I am around 1,000 miles away down in Orange, CA. Quaint little city of Orange. And I woke up this morning, beaming because somewhere a thousand miles north of here one of my best friends is gonna have a wonderful day. So I’m happy.
Since being back from Honduras, I have…lived at Catie’s (in West Hollywood) for a week, and been living at the Purple House (in Orange) for the two weeks following. I’m here for two more nights, then it’s of to Sarahhhh’s (in South Pasadena) for…I have no idea for how long.
Living at the Purple House has been RELAXING. I took the first week and basically just read a lot, lounged around, and saw some friends. This past week, I wrote the 7th draft of my thesis, had a meeting with my producer and production designer about our pitch package for investors, walked around the neighborhood with my camera a lot, had a reunion dinner last night with some of GMB/GWB, played around with the trial version of Lightroom.
Last Friday, I got food poisoning. The last time I puked was in Honduras (it was minor). And the last time I puked before Honduras was when I was 8 years-old. Last Friday when I got food poisoning, I puked 6 times in three hours. Each puke session involved 2-4 heaves while standing over a toilet. You see, the reason I haven’t puked since I was 8 (except for Honduras) was because I have really good control over my gag reflex. I am and expert as controlling the gag reflex. But let me tell you something that I have learned: FOOD POISONING IS AN UNTAMABLE BEAST. Vomit session 1/6 occured at about 8:30pm, and it was shocking because I felt sick and I was focusing on controlling it and just when I thought I had it, I suddenly involuntarily lurched forward and ran to the bathroom and chunky waterfalled into the toilet. And then again. And then again. And that was just the first vomit session. With each session, my dinner vacated my digestive system until the 5th session when it was primarily bile. And then Mallory came home from work and brought Pepto with her to save my butt. I had a shot of pepto and went to sleep. An hour into my sleep, I woke up to another involuntary forward-lurch of my body, during which I quickly grabbed the bowl that Mallory had set by my bed and vomited Pepto and water into it. So…that’s that. I hope that was sufficiently descriptive for you.
I don’t really know what else to say. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAROLINE!
Here are some photos from the past three weeeeeeks…
