Rachel and I, prepared some dirt cake, dressed up in our costumes, and headed off to the party. Unfortunately, shortly before we arrived, Rachel started to feel sick. I think that it was a combination of her diabetes, visiting her father’s grave earlier, too much sun, and a bunch of emotions. So, I dropped off some food, said a few quick hellos and goodbyes, then headed back home.

Awhile after getting back home, I became sick. I think that food that I had earlier had that day had not been properly cooked. So, it was probably a good thing that we did not stay at the party; throwing up tends to be a party killer.