So I was very excited as I boarded the plane in Charlotte this afternoon, bound for the Southern Republican Leadership Conference in New Orleans.

But, as our plane sat in line to takeoff I began to break out in a sweat. I mean shirt-drenching time.

And, as we pulled around, faced south and the engines revved — I promptly projectile vomited all over myself, my iPhone, Kindle and the bulkhead wall. Sorry to be graphic, but I want you to share the experience.

I seemed to recover until the wheels hit the ground in NOLA. Then I became faint and disoriented — to the point that I asked for EMTs. After being given some oxygen (no, really) — I rallied enough to make it to my downtown hotel.

My only venture out in the past 6 hours was to Urgent Care cuz I thought I had the Pig Flu. Diagnosis: Stomach virus that’s hit the Southeast.

I’m telling you all this because I missed the start of the SRLC and my two favorite GOP divas — Liz Cheney & Mary Matalin.

If I survive the night, I’m dragging myself to the Hilton to see Sarah. (We really don’t even need to use her last name, do we?)

PatriotPartner just landed so he’ll blog for me if I don’t wake up in the morning.

Such a drama queen, aren’t I?