My last morning in Vegas. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am to be leaving today. For some obvious reasons and some not so obvious ones. The most obvious reason would be that I miss Coach terribly. I don’t sleep well without him anymore. I don’t know when that happened. I also am a homebody as previously mentioned. I miss my stud muffin, and my tin can, and my Beulah, and my routine.
All that being said….. This morning, the predominate reason I am so incredibly grateful to go home…..a perfume conference. Yes. Starting this morning. I left my room with the roosters to hit up Starbucks and my nose was assaulted. Flower spice powdery sickly sweet fragrances all joined forces to become one nauseating eye burning skin itching kamikaze fighter pilot with its fragrance bombs set on my nose.
After selling my soul to Starbucks, I trotted (because I can’t run) back to my room hoping to salvage my nervous system from this histamine onslaught that was certain to follow the nasal assault. I have just taken a sinus pill, scoured my skin with a bath puffy thing and am now sitting in fragrance free bliss. For 45 more minutes…..then I have to venture out for the first seminar of my day. I wonder if I can hold my breath down the hall to the elevator down two floors around the corner to the conference room. Probably not.
