I didn't end up eating any of that dinner I'm holding - because I literally - LITERALLY - ran outside to vomit. I have the flu.

I woke up this morning not feeling well, but I thought it was just your basic migraine. Um, not so much. After not eating all day, I got to Thanksgiving dinner, woofed down some appetizers, and about 45 minutes later, right as we were sitting down to eat, I started feeling queasy … so much so that I felt very strongly I had two options: 1) Ralph all over table or 2) leave.

I, cleverly, chose the latter.

Which turned out to be fortutious, because as Rachel walked me out, I ran through the doors and actually vomited on the street. Yeah. Wow. That hasn’t … ever … happened to me. I kept repeating to the doormen watching me in disbelief, “I am not drunk! I’m sick!” But I don’t think they believed me.

I never, EVER get sick. In fact, the last time I did was Thanksgiving 2006. Sigh.

I described the whole thing (all of the symptoms, etc) to my mom and she’s like, “Oh baby! You have the flu! Well … I guess the upshot is that you missed all those calories?” Yeah, but I’m going to make up for them when I feel better!

All I wanted was some pumpkin pie!!!!!!!!

I’m going back to bed now.