Because I simply failed at music camp.
I thought I would enjoy the four-day music camp at SP and return with a big grin and enthusiasam to write a journal about my days there and post it here. So I was all happy happy joy joy (as how Hollie put it) when I took the bus to Swiss Inn, and was still happy happy joy joy when I arrived at the Hibiscus Hall (double yew tee eff?) and listened to the talk that one of the teachers gave. And that was when my tummy betrayed me.
Bee tee double yew, if you’re eating anything right now, or wearing your favourite shirt, or whatever, go spit that something out and wear a bib over your top. Or, if you’d rather take the risk, fine.
Okay, so I did something in the hall toilet, because I seriously couldn’t wait for the hotel room. Then I did it again for God knows how many times in the room bathroom, until I puked.
Then I slept, and got fever, and passed out till the next day.
So much for a happy ending.
(PS. To all you terribly guttered minds out there, did it involves sitting on a porcelain bowl and squeezing smelly funk out. Not some perverse stuff that gutters think about. :p)