I went a little batshit this weekend. It was clearly caused by too much whiskey. I’m lucky my boyfriend didn’t freak out back at me. I (and he is too) am also lucky that this is a once in a blue moon occurrence.
I also broke out in hives last night. I am
fairly sure it’s because my boyfriend’s cat, which I am allergic to but usually don’t react, put it’s face inches away from mine. Hives are uncomfortable, and I wasn’t able to wear make-up today. That sucked.
In much much happier news, I am going to Vegas tomorrow with my mom. She hasn’t been in 20 years, so it will be fun to walk around with her. We are seeing a Cirque de Soleil show, shopping, and probably just relaxing and drinking one drink per meal. I’m ok with it- it will be nice to get out of Chicago for a few days.
