Well THAT was an interesting night...

I never thought I'd have to write about something like this. My Saturday night ended up ultimately being enjoyable, but only after some pretty crappy stuff happenend. Anyway...
I sort of felt sick all day yesterday. Sleeping on the street on Friday was actually really nice, I got there sort of late because I had a Dangerbox show, and it was warm and dry. No tent needed! But, for some reason, I slept really late on Saturday and woke up feeling a little bit nauseous. I chose to ignore it, though, and eat regular food, etc. I got number 11 for the show, but Louis and Jamie were very nice and gave me their number 3 ticket and I chose to give number 11 to Heather. So, basically, I was getting really excited to go to the show. I met Heather, Natalie and Dominique at the California Pizza Kitchen to celebrate Nat and Dom's birthdays. I ordered garlic cheese pasta alfredo with chicken. Not the BEST meal for someone not feeling well.
Heather and I took the train down to Rockefeller Center, and by then, I was really not feeling well...I threw up in the bathroom in the NBC concourse. Pretty classy. Then, though, I assumed I was better (and I did feel a BIT better) so I got in line and everything to get into the show. Time passed. We went through the metal detectors. The next step is actually getting on the elevators and going to the show, so we have to wait behind this rope in a small area until they know how full the studio is. It was really warm. I started to feel really queasy again. Finally, I decided I couldn't take it, and I just ducked out of the rope and started for the door, and while this is happening, I'm starting to get sick in my hand...so I run outside and just throw up all over the street RIGHT in front of the entrance to 30 Rock. Woohoo! Right in front of a limo! It was one of the worst and humiliating experiences of my life. It was absolutely awful. Plus, I threw up on my hand, which was terrible. I walked back in the building, though, and someone gave me some kleenexes and gum, and I marched back to my spot in line and right after I got back they let a group of us into the show. I probably smelled like vomit the entire show, and I feel bad for whoever was sitting next to me, but I sort of don't care because then I legitmately did feel 100% better, and I enjoyed the show. It was a good one! I had fun. It felt good to go home and clean up. A lot of people might wonder why I even tried to go to the show if I was feeling sick, but I slept on the street...and that's not very fun, and I didn't want to do it in vain if I had the choice. Everything ended up being okay. I'm just glad I didn't throw up IN NBC, or worse, in the studio...I don't think I'd be allowed to come back.
I'm going to ASSSSCAT today. I don't think I'm sick anymore. :)