not exactly what you'd call romance
This weekend my boyfriend decided to be wonderful and booked us a room at an extremely nice (read: expensive) hotel. I went and ruined the whole weekend by being sick the entire time. It's not exactly romantic when you're throwing up every half hour.
I feel bad.
I feel bad.
posted by mitch-elle at 3/04/2007 09:13:00 PM
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Weird, the same thing happened to ME this past weekend (only it was my girlfriend who got sick).
The truth is though, the weekend was far from ruined: I got to spend parts of all three days with her (she even took a day off work on Friday), we fed ducks, built snow sculptures, chillaxed in a hot tub, watched movies, and read stories. If that doesn't make for a good weekend, I don't know what is. It's not her fault she was sick, and we still had a great time.
Bottom line, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather have spent my weekend other than with the woman I love.
(Odds are good, your boyfriend thinks the same way too...)
Once upon a time I was in a beautiful romantic little French town near Biarritz with my husband.
I spent all my time there lying on my bed as still as possible trying not to vomit again.
My sympathies to you.
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