Melting Not

You know the only thing worse than having a stomach bug?

Having a stomach bug when you're hosting a dinner party at the Melting Pot.

Something about raw meat and fragrant sauces being placed in front of you, along with steam being blasted in your face, doesn't sit quite right when you're struggling not to hurl.

I ate one piece of bread, two pieces of apple, one bite of steak, one mushroom and half a strawberry. I got up and went to the bathroom positive that I was going to vomit 3 different times. I was wearing a cashmere Juicy sweater with three quarter length sleeves and between the heat of that and the steam blowing in my face, I was pretty sure I was going to blow chunks.

The highlight of the night--I met Mitch! Our commenter Mitch! She works for me. Weird, huh? Yep, I hired her sight unseen. Then I met her last night and just love her. She is super cute. Not being pervy here, just letting you all know--Mitch is cute. Mitch got to meet Em's mom and girl crush (she was the pretty one on her Blackberry all night).

I wasn't my normal dynamic self and my hair didn't even look good, but it was nice meeting her finally.

It was also nice managing not to puke during that meeting. I still feel pukey today and have to do boring, official, corporate record-keeping kind of work stuff today. Not looking forward to it but it should be easier to handle than raw meat.