Every year, I never fail to get sick and throw up near the week of Christmas. This year (well, 2005), we were on the band trip to San Diego. On the second day, the day of the actual competition, I threw up on the bus going to Mt. Carmel high. I was feeling oh-so terrible that morning, so I only ate some toast and orange juice (damn you citric acid). The fact that I was taking massively strong, anti-stomach-friendly antibiotics for my ear infection didn't help either. I sat out our performance leaving no 1st trombones playing and yet another hole in the show. The chaperones kept insisting that I drink Pepto Bismal and tons of cold water. About half an hour later, I stumble into the school's disgusting bathrooms and vomit up tons of water + Pepto Bismal. Not fun. Luckily, I convinced the director and my dad that I was feeling perfectly fine later that night, so I didn't have to go home. :3

(Get better soon, Shlup!)