Sun. 28 Jan.
. . . and at about 2 AM we both came down with food poisoning. Stomach cramps, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, the lot. For hours, pretty much on the hour, until well past sunrise.
We were rescued by Susan, Barbara's sister's friend since college days, and her husband, Steve. They had kindly offered to put us up for Sunday, so we could catch a Monday flight home. We intended merely to save the Department some money. They wound up virtually (and virtuously) saving our lives. The original plan was they would show us some of the desert and old Las Vegas. Instead, they showed us the bathroom, a bed, and all kindness. Susan picked us up, still green about the gills, at 11 AM, and drove us to their home. Ever convivial, we disappeared into said bathroom and bedroom and didn't come out until sometime around 4 PM, when we managed a bowl of chicken broth. Then back to bed. Holt had cold plain rice at 2 in the morning and rejoiced therein.
Viva Las Vegas!
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