Here was my Worst Vacation Ever. Not particularly gross, although there was some vomit involved.
My husband and I went to Charleston, S.C. First he got sick with stomach flu for a couple of days. When he recovered, I got sick with the same flu.
Meanwhile, it snowed in Charleston for the first time in 10 years, and since we were visiting there from Duluth, this turn of weather was not welcome.
After a couple of days, I recovered from the flu, and we ventured out to dinner. That night, I was sick again -- either a relapse or food poisoning.
Finally, on our last night in Charleston, we still weren't feeling great, so we decided to just settle into our cozy motel room for a quiet night of watching cable TV, which was a treat because we didn't have it ourselves at the time. About 10:30 p.m., we started to hear some noise. I looked out of the door and saw a lot of young people standing around outside drinking (it was one of those places where the rooms open onto the parking lot).
Turns out the whole rest of the motel had been rented out to a fraternity for a giant party. It was like one of those scenes in a movie, when the stars gradually realize that all the other people in the mall are actually aliens.
We checked out of the motel and into a much nicer one -- at midnight. So we stayed up late and had a couple of hours to enjoy our room before leaving the next day.