1. If I had a gay male neighbor who happened to have a female roommate, I would call them Will & Grace, spy on them, and blog about their fabulousness.
2. The Chattanooga aquarium was pretty awesome, AND I *finally* got to see a sea turtle. In fact, I got about 100 pictures of this particular sea turtle, because it was feeding time and he, like me, was alllll about getting his dinner.
3. I didn’t get to see much of Chattanooga, because I was scared to leave the little downtown walking area, lest I wander into a) a seedy neighborhood, or b) a Chili’s.
4. The IMAX theater is amazing, and Hubble 3D is mind-blowing. Stumbling out into the bright sunlight, we realized we were ravenous and stumbled into the first restaurant we saw, which happened to be a Mexican restaurant. Matt had the tilapia (which I thought was pretty fucked up, considering we’d just left the aquarium) and I had the chicken chimichanga. I didn’t like mine very much, but it doesn’t matter, because I threw it up anyway. I didn’t like it any better the second time around.
5. I know it sounds like I’m bulimic, but I’m not. For one, I’d be thinner. Sometimes I just eat really rich or heavy foods that my body can’t process (because I have no gallbladder), and so I throw them up. Usually, I feel better after having horked, but I didn’t today. I turned the fan on and took a nap, knowing that I’d feel better when I woke up. I was right.
6. Note to self: No more chimichangas, even if I like the word. I need to stick to safe things, like enchiladas or cheesecake burritos.
