How I Met Ann Curry

While Paul was deployed I planned a wonderful vacation for us to the Beaches resort in Turks & Caicos.  I looked forward to this vacation the entire time Paul was gone and finally it was here!  Time to go.  Hit the road.  Leaving on a jet plane. 

We were set to leave January 20th.  On January 19th we ordered pizza for dinner with our friends Sarah and Andy (who have been living at our house).  Andy had volunteered to drive us to the airport (you know someone is a good friend when they'll drive someone to the airport at 5am and pick you up at midnight).  I set my alarm for 4am and had super bad heartburn when I woke up.  I threw up, but just chalked it up to not having enough sleep and the heartburn.  I showered and decided no make up because I never see any celebrities at the airport.  Famous last words.  Sarah was awake because she had been up sick half the night with food poisoning.  I felt okay so I didn't think anything of it.  Okay, I actually thought, "haha sucks for you."  More famous last words.

We got to the airport and got to our terminal and got something to eat.  I settled on milk and a croissant so I could share with Em (she loves her a croissant).  Just before we were getting ready to board the plane I threw up again. 

And then again on the plane.  Andy and Paul were sick too so if you are ever in our town do NOT eat at Piezannos. 

We had a layover in NYC.  So now I've been throwing up all morning (so I got that good breath going on) and let me just paint you a picture of what I'm wearing:  brown Mary Jane crocs, thick green socks, mom jeans, a purple and gray striped nursing shirt, and a hot pink sweatshirt with the word Boston embroidered on it (you know the kind where half the word is on one side of the zipper and the other half on the other side).  So not only do I look like I was dressed by blind wolves, but my hair is such a hot mess that it looks like monkeys brushed it. 

We are in line to board the plane and the following conversation happens:

Paul:  Is that Ann Curry?

Me:  No.

Paul:  Are you sure?

Me:  Yes, she's too short. 

Paul:  She has an NBC bag.

Me:  Well maybe it is.

Paul:  That's totally Ann Curry.

So, we somehow end up right behind one of the people with her waiting to step onto the plane and it was in fact Ann Curry.  Now, I heart the Today Show.  I watched it every morning while I was on bedrest and pretty much every morning since Emma was born.  And I'm thinking in my head I have to say something.  It's freaking Ann Curry! 

We get on the plane and are stopped near her seat while people put their stuff away and I decide to say hi.  Be cool, be cool is on repeat in my head.  Keep in mind the vomitting, the blind wolves, and the monkey.  So, what comes out of my mouth?

"I love you Ann Curry.  My husband just got back from Afghanistan."  And then I start to cry.  Seriously?  She gives me this look like "oh, um, ok," but she's super nice and shakes our hands and introduces herself.  I don't even ask to take a picture because again blind wolves, monkey (who wants proof of that look). 

I then procede to vomit the entire plane ride, but thankfully Emma's screaming when I couldn't hold her drowned out the sound (although I did at one point throw up while nursing her...impressive isn't it).

The flight attendant came up during the beverage service and said, "Ann Curry would like to buy you a drink."  And we had to decline because we were so sick (stupid food poisoning), but thank you Ann Curry (in case the flight attendant didn't tell you).  The guy next to us says in disbelief, "Ann Curry's on this flight????"  Apparently he loves her, too, but didn't see her. 

Oh, and he was on his way to Haiti with Doctors without Borders.  Apparently there were several doctors on our flight sitting around us and do you think any of them offered any kind of advice or prescription medication to me?????   No.  They just sat and watched me throw up for 4 hours!  Not even a "hey you probably really don't want to drink that apple juice."  Although even though I knew I'd throw up if I drank any I have never been so thirsty in my whole life (except the time I was in the hospital for dehydration from throwing up when I was pregnant) so I didn't care that it was going to make me sick. 

I felt so awful on the plane I honestly thought I'm gonna have to go to a T&C hospital.  I am going to pass out on this plane and an ambulance is going to take me to a foreign hospital. 

Luckily, I was so excited to be off the plane when we got to T&C that I immediately started to feel better (or I just had thrown up all the food poisoning at that point). 

And no, Ann Curry wasn't on her way to Beaches like I had hoped so I never got any kind of blind wolves, monkey redemption.  Although Ann if you want to give my name to Kathie Lee and Hoda for their makeover segment I would not protest.  I tried to get my husband to send my picture to What Not to Wear, but I never would be willing to give up my Uggs or Crocs (and I know Stacy and Clinton hate those which I don't understand why.  They must not have ever worn a pair because if they did they would know how fabulously comfortable they are and allow people to keep them). 

And that is how I met Ann Curry.