Went to a lime, ate food, drank rum, and all was well until I tried this Venezuelan rum one of the guys brought and promptly got sick and emptied the contents of my stomach (in the privacy of the bathroom thank god).

I was fine after that. But I feel so tired. 17 was home by his mom and wanted badly to get out of the house, so Chris picked him up and they went out to hang while I am happily in bed. I didn’t have to stamina to go with them and I think sometimes it’s nice for Chris just to spend time with the boys alone. 

Honestly though, what the hell was wrong with that rum? I feel like I drank all the pain and struggle of the people who were making it and my body was like, er no, and made me get rid of it. That’s my theory anyway, and I’m sticking to it. I’m sensitive like that.