Weddings and Car Sickness August 19, 2008
I went to my friend Annie’s wedding this weekend in La Jolla, California. It was a really cute little town right on the beach and our hotel was in walking distance to the wedding. It was a beautiful wedding, Annie and Bryan make it all look so easy, they were practically glowing the whole time. It was a really fun wedding. I love how the only pictures of me at weddings lately are of me cutting loose on the dance floor.
After dancing my ass off I passed out in my dress by 10pm! Cheers to being able to walk to weddings! The next day I felt fine at breakfast, I’m serious, I slept 10 hours. Then LA decided to be the crap hole it is and there was that typical stop and go traffic it’s well known for. That’s when the car sickness set in. I never got car sick as a kid, but since moving to the mountains and hitting the ripe old age of 30, I get car sick sometimes now. It sucks. I usually don’t throw up very easily, but let me tell you, this is going to be the exception and I know it.
After rolling around in the back seat of Chet and Cindy’s Sion we stopped for water at a gas station. I ran for the bathroom and there was this epic line. I had to bend over with my head between my knees for a second. I dashed for Jack in the Box next door and whew, no one was in the bathroom. I threw open the stall door and oh my god, it was the worse, dirtiest bathroom I had seen in a long time. I couldn’t throw up in it. I couldn’t look at it. I couldn’t touch anything. Oh god. Oh god. I’m dying. I just stand there so sick feeling and confused wanting to throw up but I can’t. Oh god. I run to the next stall. Just as bad. I slowly start feeling better only after getting strange looks from people in the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and headed back to the gas station for some water and a bag just in case it comes back and I have to throw up in the car. Yea, pleasant, I know. I asked the gas station attendant for a bag. She replies:
“Um, I only have like 10 left and I can’t go get more.”
I looked at her dead in the eyes with the most serious Roxy glare and said, “Well, can I buy one or something because I’m f*&^%ng car sick and about to vomit in my friends car. Grrrrrr.”
More evil stare.
She said, “Here.”
I walked out of the gas station and started cracking up. I was about to kick her ass and took out all of my sick frustration on this poor gas station attendant! Hahahha it was a very funny 5 minutes. For another 2-3 hours all I could do to stop from dying was keep my eyes closed with my cold water bottle held to my cheek and take long, deep breaths. I finally could open my eyes about an hour or two from home after 4 hours of torture in the car. It was by far the longest car ride that I can remember in my immediate history.
Notice a theme with Annie & I?