Wish I had more to say, or at least a real story to tell, but I don't.
I took some time off to go to my father's beach house in South Carolina. We took the boat out and sailed into town for lunch, and I felt very fancy right up until we walked into the restaurant and all the girls there were wearing their cute summer dresses and giving me the stink eye as my bathing suit peeked out from under my tank top and my hair was styled with salt and sea spray. A shrimp po' boy and a beer later, it didn't matter anymore. And then we sailed back to the house and got caught in one of those random summer storms that appear out of nowhere when it gets too hot outside (104 degrees F with a heat index of 118) and then we had out own Deadliest Catch reenactment. It felt like we were sailing through ice chips with each drop of rain stinging the flesh. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
The Femme Fatale underwent surgery, which I will now pay for for the next year. She had a lipoma (a benign tumor of fat) growing on her right hing leg. I waited as long as I could, but I took her to my father's house and she had trouble climbing out of the swimming pool with her giant club leg. The surgery cost me $1,700 and the vet removed 7.5 lbs of fat from her leg. That's about the size of a cat. She was carrying a dog and a cat around with her. And if you did the math, that's about $227 per pound, clearly the most I have ever spent on fat. She seems much happier even though they shaved half of her body and she's sporting the worst hair cut until it grows back.
I've been hanging out with my girlfriends a lot lately. Harvey has typically been at the center of our group of friends and people only go out if she is there. However, Harvey's been busy so the rest of us are starting to go out without her. And it's been just as fun. I've been spending a lot of time with Jenna painting and drinking wine and I think we are both looking for friends in each other. The group booked a 5-day cruise through Mexico next summer, and we'll be rooming together with Katie.
I signed up on Plenty of Fish, but it's made me learn that I am really not interested in dating right now, which is such a strange feeling for me. I don't think I've ever been at peace with not dating before. Of course I think most people would feel the same way when they are contacted by the people that have written me. One listed his interest as "Gambling of any kind." One was married and looking for something discreet. Most are older than my specified range. None have graduated from college. And one, one e-mailed me with this gem which I have stolen and made my new mantra:
"First off, I'm looking for a rock star, someone who is so awesome that it only adds to my awesomeness and creates a super nova of awesomeness that opens doors for us, makes our hair fly in different directions, and basically everyone is jealous of!"
I've only written two people back and then stopped after their second e-mails. Neither were Mr. Awesome.
I got my hair cut. This is only worth mentioning because for years I have been going to the Aveda and Paul Mitchel schools to get my hair cut for cheap and this time I went to a salon. (If you have one in your area, I highly recommend the Aveda school, especially for color or highlights. You get the signature Aveda color at like 75% off. Paul Mitchel I did not care for at all. The stylists there were more obsessed with their own appearances than they were the clients'. Mine wore leather boots with a tutu and a beret straight up out of the original Fame. And she did not take her shades off when she cut my hair.) Anyway, I sat down in the salon chair on Saturday and proclaimed that I wanted bangs. The stylist tilted her head to the side and said, "Not with those cowlicks." We went back and forth and she tested my hair and I won. When she asked what kind of bangs I wanted, I reached in my purse and pulled out the DVD insert for Gilmore Girls and pointed to Rory's picture. So to solidify my obsession, I now have Rory Gilmore bangs. (I also doubled the tip for my stylist when she said, "Let's look at Rory's picture again" without me telling her who it was.) It's gone over really well. My boss couldn't stop praising it this morning. She said that it suits me very well and it looks like I've always had them. She went on and on for several minutes about how attractive I looked, so it really made me feel great. Thanks, Rory, for the bangs.
This weekend I am going to a party that 5k Guy will be attending. Despite a random e-mail that I got from him on July 4th, he never did call or ask me out. I suspect he has feelings for Katie instead, which is quite funny because Katie can't stand him. Anyway, I'm buying a new dress to wear so he can eat his heart out.
That's all I've got at the moment. Sorry I'm so boring, y'all.