On Thursday night I stopped in Missoula to catch up with some dear friends on my way to a trunk show in Bozeman. That evening, I started to get a sore throat and sounded a bit hoarse. By Friday, I had very little voice at all.
And by Friday night, the most I could muster was a screaming whisper. I have never lost my voice before. It is a new experience. It is quite entertaining to try and host a trunk show (that was combined with a going away party, so it was quite loud) when you have no voice. You find yourself screaming about earrings and coordinating bracelets and you can tell people have no idea what you are saying, but they nod, because they don't have the heart to ask you to repeat yourself. Hilarious.
This whole scenario was repeated last night when I attended a fantabulous Christmas party at 6 Par Farmer's Sister and Brother-In-Laws. The screaming whisper was even less effective. Lucky for me, 6 Par Farmer is a giver, so he took me home at a reasonable hour, not without stopping for some NyQuil.
No picture today, because that's kind of what it is like not having a voice...
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