Flu

My careless behavior in South America and New York City finally caught up with me and I spent all last week in bed with a flu/bronchitis combo that nearly sent me to the hospital. I rarely get sick, so I was a complete baby Tuesday through Thursday. Wednesday night was the worst as my fever peaked at around 3am. I was fairly certain at one point that I was having a picnic on the steps of the Capitol Building with Papa Smurf, the Care Bears, and a few dead presidents. Who needs drugs when a good 103 fever will do?

Needless to say, I did not go out last weekend, so I don't have any good stories to convey.

Obviously, Saturday is Valentine's Day. I may head out with a few single buddies to get beers, but honestly I am still not feeling 100% and don't want to push my luck. I'm not a big fan of Valentine's Day simply because it's a Hallmark holiday, and because women use it as an excuse to highjack guys into doing things they don't want to do (I could write a whole column just on "Things I've done but hated on Valentine's Day). I can't remember the last time I didn't have a date on Valentine's Day, though, maybe it's a good night to pick up girls.

More to come.