“Want to hear God laugh? Tell him your plans.” or so the saying goes. Our/My time in Missouri God must have been having a nice big ol’ chuckle. I had such high hopes for St. Louis, the Zoo, the Arch, Anheuser Busch, and so much more. Sadly life had other plans.
St. Louis didn’t start off so bad in fact in my opinion it started off pretty great. The RV park I decided to stay in until the Old Man got back from his trip to Pakistan was great. Almost empty, next to a huge bike/hiking trail, 10 min walk from a giant dog park, and not too far from downtown St. Charles, MO. My plan was hang out in St Charles until the Old Man got back and then we could do our St. Louis touring together.
Once I got settled in my new home it started to rain so the pups and I just hung out and watched the rain. Thankfully it didn’t last long and I was able to head off into town to find food, beer, and some football. I found all three at Mr. Thirsty’s and as a good sign I sat down next two ladies who were buying a round for the bar, they snuck me in. Well hello St. Charles!!
After a few drinks, some dinner, and it getting dark so early I got myself home to get ready for Monday. I was so excited about downtown St. Charles and all the cool history/tourist stuff it had I couldn’t wait for the Old Man to get back rest up and hit the town for an afternoon.
This is about the time God started warming up on his chuckle. The Old Man made a rookie mistake of drinking some iced coffee from Dunkin’ in the Pakistan airport, bad Old Man!!! Needless to say his flight to the states was a bit harried. He made it to Chicago and was feeling pretty rough, but figured if he could just make it to St. Louis he would rather have to hit the ER in St. Louis. Next thing I know he is deplaning (a first in all his travels) and he found a hotel to eek out the rest of the illness. He knew it was the water/ice so he figured he could ride it out and catch a morning flight.
Ha! The Old Man ended up in the ER in Chicago via ambulance and was treated as patient zero from the airport emergency staff and the CDC in hospital. After multiple test, a CT to make sure it wasn’t his malrotated bowles acting up, the doctors decided he had some type food poisoning for the ice cubes in Pakistan. They loaded him with an IV and some anti nausea meds and sent him on his way.
He finally made it to St. Charles Tuesday afternoon feeling much better but tired. The next day he slept in and I got to work. Once he woke up we found a cigar bar and worked from there just to get out of the van for awhile. My great plans of working half days and touring St. Charles were shot as he was so far behind on his next two talks he worked 9-10 hour days. Whoot…
Then it happened while he was at the coffee shop still working I started feel a bit blah. Then the bathroom became my new friend (which thankfully was super close to the van) and it was my turn to enjoy the thrills of food poisoning from some grocery store pasta salad. Oh what a great night. Thankfully (again) we had already extended our stay a night at the park, there was no way I was going to free camp with all that was happening inside me. The Old Man looked up the odds of two people getting food poisoning in the same week from different things, 2% so just call us freaks. In reality it may have been a stomach bug, but at this point being called freaks just fit the bill.
After no sleep and still feeling like death I called in sick and laid in the van while the Old Man drove us into St. Louis. He worked at a cigar bar there I laid in the van hoping for death. We had decided a hotel was the best option for the night as while I was no longer handcuffed to a bathroom a shower and real bed sounded like a great idea. We stayed right downtown figuring that the next day I would feel better and we could visit the Arch and Anheuser Busch at least before we headed on into Memphis for the Old Man’s next talk. Fun fact: St. Charles, MO is the start of the Oregon Trail and before my sickness the Old Man and I were laughing that we did the whole Oregon Trail and didn't die of dysentery. Apparently that wasn't quite the case and we should have kept our mouths shut.
I did feel a bit better but not great the next day, but we did see the Arch from the outside and we headed to Anheuser Busch. I didn’t care how bad I felt I wasn’t missing my chance to see the home of Bud Light! The free tour is only 45 minutes so we check it off the list and get on our way south. I did get to sip my free beer, but the Old Man had to finish it off for me, but the tour was actually a lot of fun and we had great tour guides.
So all my high hopes of having fun in St. Louis were ruined by sickness and I am really bummed because both St. Charles and St. Louis seemed like really fun towns to explore and learn about. Also for the record Missouri was my 49th state, the only one left on the list is Hawaii! Luna is getting her flippers ready.
Next up is Memphis and then on to Nashville to celebrate Turkey Day with the ‘Rents.