Scheduled to depart Richmond International Airport at 5:45 am on a Sunday, I packed my new clothes on Saturday afternoon. The only thing I didn’t get? A bathing suit. I hate bathing suits. I hate swimming too. The only use I have for a bathing suit is when I enjoy a hot tub in a public place. So, of course, the elastic is shot on all of the bathing suits I do own. Into the suitcase went an old suit and some board shorts.
I’m packed and ready to go. All I need to do is set the alarm and drag my butt out of bed at 3 am. Then it will be three solid days of girls’ night out foodie fun with Theresa from Food Hunter’s Guide to Cuisine, Susan from 30AEATS, Jennifer from Peanut Butter & Peppers, and Michelle from The Complete Savorist. That’s when the first wave of nausea hit me.
I thought I was imagining things. This couldn’t be happening. I had been looking forward to this trip ever since I saw our itinerary:
- Lodging at the luxurious Fairmont Scottsdale Princess and Westin Kierland Resort and Spa.
- Meals at Blue Hound Kitchen, Joe’s Farm Grill, La Hacienda, Vincent’s on Camelback, and deseo.
- Tours of Agritopia, Hayden Flour Mills at Sossaman Farms, and Queen Creek Olive Mill.
- Happy hour at Arizona Wilderness Brewing Company.
- A healthy cooking class with Chef Jason Wyrick at the Desert Botanical Garden.
I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say my condition worsened. I convinced myself I’d be fine if I could just get some sleep. Of course, this was the night our neighbors decided to throw their first raucous party of the summer. An outdoor party. Did I mention our bedroom window faces their deck?
The alarm blared after I had slept about two hours. My situation had not improved. I finally admitted defeat and texted the girls. Instead of being pampered and fed amazing Arizona food for the next few days, I was nibbling saltines, slurping down chicken noodle soup, and sipping diet ginger ale.
The good news? The Visit Phoenix and Visit Mesa folks have invited me to reschedule my trip. How cool is that?