As God as my witness…I’ll never have grouper again.

Had a lovely birthday dinner with lovely company last night (thanks John and Kori!).  After drinks, delicious appetizers, fabulous entrees and even a nip of dessert — I started feeling…notsogood.  You know how you try to talk yourself out of it?  “No, I can’t possibly be nauseated.  I’ve just had too much to eat.  It will pass in a minute.”

Well…we walked from the restaurant to Barnes & Noble, which as anyone who knows me will attest, is one of my favorite places in the world…something about the smell of coffee and new books.

Two minutes in and I had to excuse myself and Tim drove me home.

“Wow, you were with two of your favorite people away from the kids at a bookstore,” Tim said to me on the way home.  “I knew when you wanted to leave that it was serious.”

I won’t go into detail about the rest of the evening.  Or the middle of the night.

Truly, though, the evening was a wonderful surprise planned by Tim and John, and up until that last twenty minutes or so, I had a fabulous time.  And it will be a great story to cement our friendship, right?  “Remember the time Beth almost puked at Barnes & Noble?”

“Oh yeah, that was great!  Good, good times.”