I woke up and felt like shit which is probably what started it all. Headache, congestion, aches, exhaustion. Not fun when you're supposed to be doing touristy things and taking a bunch of cute, artsy pictures to post on Facebook to make y'all jealous. I just wasn't in the mood to be out in the world today. Not to mention the fact that it is REALLY cold here. Now, I know it isn't as cold as it is in New England right now, but man! A strange city isn't that enticing when it's 40 degrees out.
So I curled up in bed and watched last night's Parenthood, showered, and tried to motivate myself to go outside. Once I finally did, I realized that a hazelnut soy latte from Starbucks would make me feel a hell of a lot better. So off I went in search of the 'buck. The closest one to my hostel? Didn't exist. The second closest? Closed. The third closest? It existed and it was open! Hooray!!! I scampered in there, away from the cold, and realized that it was in the lobby of a hotel and therefore had really comfy plush chairs. Double hooray! Not so fast. I order my drink, already tasting the delicious, foamy comfort I knew the latte would bring me, and the cashier informs me that they are out of soy milk. EXCUSE ME. That's what I wanted to say to her. Instead of crying (which was a real possibility at that point) I ordered a plain ol' black coffee. I think the woman felt bad for me though and she didn't charge me. Whatever. I was still pissed.
So I sulked in a big comfy chair and ate the sandwich I had packed. IF YOU MUST KNOW IT WAS VEGAN NUTELLA IN BETWEEN TWO SLICES OF BREAD. No shame. While I sipped my coffee I texted Allie, who I had just left, and Abby, who I'll see tomorrow. Allie and I just whined to each other about being sick and she texted me pictures of the cats to lure me back to Atlanta. Seriously, after today I'm considering it. Abby and I texted excitedly about me visiting her this weekend and about television, obviously. We're both addicts. It's fine. So we just gushed about two of my current faves: Girls and The Newsroom. Seriously, if you guys haven't watched both of these shows' stellar first seasons WATCH THEM ILLEGALLY RIGHT NOW. Just kidding. That wouldn't be a good idea at all...
After the disappointment that was Starbucks I walked around for a while. Then I made my way back to the hostel and banked some important time on the computer as I tried to figure out some travel plans and stuff. Then I sat down and analyzed my budget which was grim as to be expected at this point.
Then I found myself on one of the couches in the lounge... And I didn't get up for the rest of the night. OK, I guess I've gotten up a few times. But it was like once I sat down and got comfy my body wouldn't let me get up. I'm hoping that this is just a tiny, basic cold that won't get any worse. We'll see.
Eww. People keep walking through the lounge, asking me if I'm going out tonight. I think they pity me like the cashier at Starbucks pitied me. These people all seem nice, and normally I would appreciate the fact that they are reaching out and trying to be friendly. But today I just can't. I just want to be left alone for one day so I can regroup, recharge, and figure out the rest of this trip. I know that their probably looking at me, stretched out on the couch in my leopard slipper socks and going back and forth between chugging water and downing candy, judging me. But whatevs. This is my vacation and I'm doing what I want to do.
Tomorrow I'm leaving for Jackson, Mississippi to see Abby. It's a day of bus rides, including a very special stop in Alabama. Yayyyyy! Can't wait to see Abby though. So keep me in your thoughts tonight as I endure awkward social encounters and survive on a dinner of Nerds, almonds, trail mix, and Air Heads because I'm too tired to get dinner. Night!
EDIT: someone got a little too hungry and made the executive decision to head back to Pita Pit for dinner again... Too bad this forced me to dodge the entire homeless community in Nashville and be recognized by the Pita Pit employee because of my weird vegan requests. Whelp. At least I'm no longer hungry.
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