Fun With Younger Men...

Dear Terps,
You've told him what he needs to know. He can't say he wasn't warned. If he gets hurt, then it's his doing. Now I will tell you what I told the Man I dated a while back. You know the one I'm talking about. "If I have the courage to risk getting hurt, then you need to have the courage to let me." I think this applies here. If he's willing to get hurt, you need to be willing to let him. To me, it's that simple. And have some wild, monkey sex in the meantime. :) Sounds great to me.

My Spring Break began poorly, and ended poorly, but the middle part was good. Wednesday night, March 12, the night before we were due to get on the plane for New Jersey, I caught the mother of all stomach viruses from Mr. Confusia. At ten pm, I was in the bathroom throwing up everything I've ever eaten, and then dry heaving because there wasn't anything else. I was joined in the bathroom by Mr. Confusia who was also hurling. It was a great time, and my new favorite "Couples" activity. You should try this with Stephen. Manage your space carefully, though. By midnight, I was at the ER begging them to give me something for nausea because I knew I wouldn't be able to make the flight otherwise, and I'm supposed to be a Bridesmaid at my sister's wedding. Well, they gave me something for nausea alright, but they also shot me up with a crapload of morphine (I have no idea why). So then I was weak, and doped up. They call Mr. Confusia to come pick up my barely conscious and severely weakened body from the hospital. I went home, pretended to sleep for an hour, then it ws time to get up and get me and three kids to the airport. I could barely walk. It sucked. Fortunately, my mom held the baby on the plane, and all three kids were awesome. I almost thought they were someone else's. I'd been put on a liquid diet, so I had nothing to eat for 24 hours, on top of morphine, and a BUNCH of nausea medicine, and no sleep. It wasn't a pretty picture. Friday, everyone went into NYC, but I stayed at the hotel with the baby because I could still barely walk. It sucked missing out on NYC. By the time Saturday rolled around, though, I was good to go. The wedding was amazing. The reception was fantastic, and everything was perfect. My son did some serious breakdancing. At one point, I saw him sitting in a chair, looking sad. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "I was dancing and nobody was cheering for me." Isn't it a bitch when that happens? ha ha He also went around handing rose petals to all the pretty women at the reception. I had about ten women come up and say, "Oh, your son is so adorable! He gave me a rose petal." Little mack daddy...Confusia Jr. also picked up a new friend. Some boy has been calling ever since we got back. I wish I were as popular as my kids seem to be. h aha Finally, on Sunday, I got to go into New York all by myself. Rachel babysat my kids bc I'd babysat hers the night before. I went to the World Trade Center site, stopped by Ladder 10 fire station across the street from the site, then went to Battery Park to get a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty. I walked down Broadway, and had some pizza (of course!) Then I rode the train back to New Jersey. I thought about taking the train down to Philadelphia which is the hometown of the man I dated that I mentioned above, but ended up not doing so. He wouldn't have been there, but it would have been nice to see his hometown. I probably would've gotten mugged in his hometown though... You would have been proud of me in New York. I made it through Penn station, and I got where I wanted to go, all while acting like I'd lived there for years. Except for when I got all those "I heart NY" shirts.
Anyhow, the flight back was uneventful. I took Confusia Jr. to see that 10,000 BC movie. That was a mistake. In case you were thinking about seeing it, don't bother. Other than that, I just stayed home and did some cleaning. I'm back at work today with an awesome cold! Confusia is modelling our new Spring look...the wrinkled brow that screams "Sinus pressure", the runny nose that says, "I love pollen!" and the chapped lips due to mouth-breathing that really give off that youthful, pouty glow...
It is, however, much better than the satanic stomach virus.
Love, Confusia