I am in Denver.
There's a goldfish in my hotel room.
That's what I get for joining the loyalty program?
It's creepy.
I just called the concierge to take it away.
I can barely keep a house plant alive, the last thing I need if for this freelance goldfish to die on me.

From a fellow Tamiscaper

Funny

After lecturing me about not getting a flu shot, the doctor I saw yesterday says to me:
"So let me get this straight. 13 women in one house. And only one in 13 had gotten a flu shot?"
Me: "Yes, yes that's correct."
Doc: "And how many of you are sick now?"
Me: "Hard to say at this point."
Doc: "Well if you were really living out the male fantasy of 13 girls in one house, you'd all be sick as dogs. Now don't go sharing any spit for at least 5 days."

Heh.

From Birthdayscape to Tamiscape

I might have to recant my enthusiasm for Birthdayscape in light of the post-scape events. One of the women on the trip wasn't feeling well. It got so bad that we ended up taking her to a Dr., learned she had the flu and was so highly contagious that she couldn't fly home for five days.

When she got home from the Dr. in a face mask we whipped out the Lysol, hand-sanitizer and Emergen-C.

We soon learned it was too late.

Within days of our returns to our respective homes (Maine, NYC, Minneapolis, Portland, Boston, NC) the "I'm so sick" e-mails began. The sickies were raving about a drug called Tamiflu that seemed to stave off or shorten the illness and Birthdayscape was dubbed Tamiscape.

I went to bed a little earlier than the others, probably drank less and was hoping my more mellow ways had saved me from influenza. I thought I had avoided it.

Until Thursday, when I felt so dizzy during an all-agency I almost passed out and then ended up in urgent care with a face mask myself and my very own prescription to Tamiflu.

So, here I am. Blogging from bed.

Damnit.

A very happy Jamie

Thirteen women, one house, a foot a half of snow at Taos, sixty minutes of massage and four fantastic days in Santa Fe on my very first "Birthdayscape" adventure. I am such a happy Jamie and I can't wait to tell this story.

We actually had a designated photographer (I think there were at least 5 Art Directors so what else would you expect) and I'll flow those in as they support my tale o' fun but in the meantime, here are a few of my own.

This was fun. Really fun. It was like camp. With wine. And snow.

Where's my Garmin?

That's wine.

And this might as well have been Tuscany.