You either get a fever or you're neurologically diseased: Colorado and Kansas Day 6

Well, friends, when I tell you I woke up this morning feeling like completely swampy chode, I mean it. 

Derek and I went to the zoo, and I took a LOT of photos, but I was so fucking blasted that they're just not worth posting any of them. Plus like, zoo photos from trips were cool in the 40s when photos were still a novelty. Now they're just kinda sad. I DID see a peacock having a deep moment of either personal awakening or Narcissus-like appreciation? In my video I described him as discovering the id. Not worth posting, though. 

I completely lost my cool about 2 hours into being at the zoo. I didn't fucking feel well, I was cranky and tired, I was hungry, I just wanted some soup and a nap. Derek agreed it was fine to leave, we've patroned the zoo dozens of times, and while the weather was glorious, if you've seen the moose hut once you've seen it once. 

We went back to the car, I found a Thai place close to the hotel, and we headed there for the soup I needed, tom kha. 

And they had a vegan menu just for me!!!

Fuck yeah, everything's comin' up Millhouse! AND they started us off with a gorgeous thin broth:

I'm assuming it was vegan, I'm not going to ask any questions. And I wasn't really in the mood that day. I kept my mask on, only pulling it down between bites, because I was pretty obviously ill. I know germs still spread that way, I did my best. I did ask to take everything back to the hotel, but Derek wanted to eat in the restaurant and then I selfishly couldn't help myself. I was hungry. 

Tom kha, tofu satay, and fried kabocha squash are exactly what I didn't know I needed. Derek ordered his usual Thai orders:

Pad thai, and green curry. 

We ate our lunch, and I wanted to go take a nap, but I told Derek I wanted to go hiking after napping. Which...come on. I was at the beginning of an illness and I'm all, "TAKE ME TO THE ROCKS!" with the same ferocity as dainty Victorian women pining for the seaside. 

When I woke up, I was ready to go. I felt like shit, I was ready to fucking go, a weird combination of things. But Derek didn't wake up enough to go. So after an hour of waiting and throwing an ill girl temper tantrum, I took myself. 

Back to the Twins hike! It isn't a long hike, which was perfect, because I felt like shit, I just wanted to be around rocks. 

We meet again, ominous sky. But I was pretty determined to finish the hike this time, because this was my third time here. I JUST WANTED TO FINISH THE FUCKING HIKE. 

I did it! I made it! And I forgot I felt like shit for awhile while I was up in the rocks. But I remembered on the way down. 

This was our last night in the springs, so when I got back to the hotel, Derek got up, I changed, and we went to get Vivi for going to dinner. We went back to the same Thai restaurant, took Vivi with us to go grab snacks for the road, then...I made Derek go to the best quick Mexican eats in the fuckin' city. 

Oh. Fuck. We had a place down the street from our house that we called Greasy with the most affection, it was not said to be insulting. While Mackenzie's was Derek's date litmus test, mine was Greasy. 

There are places like this all over town, but this...this is the best one. 

The BEST sauces and sides. The best in town. 

UGNNNGGFFFHHH. I rarely feel envious of eating meat, but this time...this time I wish I could have.

And then we dropped Vivi off at her dad's, went back to the hotel, and got ready to leave in the morning.