DENGUE MANIA

So apparently the best souvenir I brought back from South America was not a cute scarf, or a sweater, or even some kick-ass pair of jeans I bought at Parque Arauco. Oh no, the best thing I took back with me was Dengue Fever.

Which sounds really bad ass, but is really just a fancy shmancy term for a really fucked up, high fever that goes on for about 5-7 days. Plus feeling like you have the energy of a 90-year-old woman passed out after drinking too much on a wine tour (can you tell I've been watching Kathy Griffin reruns?!??). Plus body aches. Plus feeling like you have been sweating so much from trying to break your fever (ok, Tylenol breaking your fever) that you feel like you must have been - unbeknownst to you - secretly addicted to some drug that your family is now putting you through detox for.

Dengue Fever sucks. But it sounds really badass, and I think it will give me more street cred, which is always a plus. Tradeoffs man, tradeoffs.