Back from the Midwest

The BF and I went to my brother's house for a big, fat, Greek Thanksgiving and had an amazing time! Mom flew in with one of my nieces from California, an added bonus, and it was wonderful to see everyone! My brother's in-laws are a great group of people and the BF made quite a hit. In fact, he spent nearly all of Thanksgiving evening surrounded by the locals who were fascinated by his every word. The trip wasn't perfect, however. We flew back Saturday morning, both of us suffering from food poisoning. (I'm sure that it was the sausage brought by one of the cousins.) It made for an uncomfortable flight back. When we got to Cincinnati, where we transfered to another plane, we decided to see if we could get put on an earlier flight. The minute we got off the plane the BF realized that he was too sick to carry his bags alone. He asked one of the agents for one of the wheelchairs sitting nearby. However, he opened with, "Um, I've been poisoned and..." at which point I interrupted and said, "FOOD poisoning! FOOD poisoning!" We wheeled the bags over to the service counter where, fortunately, the two gay boys on the job were very helpful. We arrived home and spent yesterday recovering. We're both feeling much better today and are just happy to be home instead of on the road. Despite the uggy-tummy I had a great time with the family. I really don't get to seen enough of them and don't have any immediate plans to see them again. Clearly, this is something I have to fix.