My cat has a shoe fettish and I need some carbs stat

So I think I have a problem.

Bosco has a shoe fetish.

These two pictures were taken about three minutes apart.  I guess he was done with sandals and it was time to move on to flats.  I can't leave any type of footwear on the floor because he will find a way to lay on them.  He's also fat so sometimes this messes with the shape of the shoe.  I suppose there are worse fetishes my cat could have.

Last night I went to a restaurant on the South Shore called Alma Nove.  It's run by Paul Wahlberg, yes that Wahlberg family.  Sadly there were no sightings of Marky Mark or the Funky Bunch.  I had the beet salad and it was delicious.  I'm picky about my beet salad and I suppose now's the time to admit to you all that I love my beets.  True story!

My date was a young gentleman who has great taste in music and knows how to shoot a gun.  He does not like to hunt animals though.  Two points for the young gentleman!  In all seriousness he's really very sweet and treats me like a lady.  He's a few years younger than me but seems to have a good head on his shoulders.  He'll be 24 before I'm 28 which is important to me for no good reason.  Also!  He has the hair that I like.  I'm a sucker for a dude with a nice head of hair.  I'm not going to lie, it's just the way it is.

He showed me around the beach area and we had a drink overlooking the water with a fire pit.  We made fun of the music that was being played (no more Train please.  I don't care if Meet Virginia is on).  I wanted to take some pictures of the view for the blog but I thought that would be rude during a date.  I did manage to send out one tweet.  Bad Ginny, I know.  He was in the bathroom though when I tweeted.  I'm not that rude.  Social media has taken over my life.

I got home around 1 a.m.  That's way past my bed time on a work night but I was having a good time.  Now all I want to do is stuff my face full of carbs.  Ahhhh starchy goodness!  I crave carbs when I'm tired.  It's horrible.  I'll probably be eating all day.  This is my brain on tired.  Tomorrow is Friday so let's perk up around here.

Must acquire feather boa.

Friday night was KL's bachelorette party.  She kept insisting it was just a girls night out.  I told as many people as possible she was getting married as a reminder that this was her bachelorette party.

We had dinner and cocktails at this restaurant called Cuchi Cuchi.  It was delicious and I loved the atmosphere.  Old school glamor.  It was like I was in the Great Gatsby.  I ate dinner with a feather boa.

After dinner we headed down the street to Phoenix Landing for some dancing.  I'm pretty sure the guy that was hitting on me was gay he just didn't know it yet.  I danced on a bench to Backstreet Boys.  The music was awesome.

I stopped by the Tavern on the way home.  Recognized a client's ex-wife.  I think she knew who I was too.  Awkward.

I stayed in Saturday night and went to bed at 9.  I woke up with my left eye watering like crazy and my eyes burning.  I need to get me some eye drops stat.  Allergies are so hot.  So is crying from one eyeball.