So, in the midst of talking to me about a totally unrelated issue Saturday, my mom blurted out the top-secret name of my birthday destination: Costa Rica! Yes, I'll be turning 30 with my feet in the Caribbean and a bellyful of tropical fruit. And rum!
We'll be chilling in Puerto Viejo. I cannot wait. The best I'd been hoping for was a weekend in Ft Lauderdale. Not that Florida wouldn't have been lovely.
My mom and sister and I traveling together can be either the best of times or the worst of times. I'm going to be optimistic about this trip, because I plan on enjoying myself immensely. I'll be boring you with all of the details as they develop.
In other news, I chopped all of my hair off and dyed it red. It felt good at the moment but I have a little buyer's remorse. I hadn't really realized how long my hair was until the dude put it in a ponytail and lopped it off. It made me lightheaded. The red is fairly subtle, unfortunately. I was going for something a little funkier, but oh well. Maye I'll pierce my eyebrow or something instead. I want to look like someone who doesn't work in an office. But in a young and hip way, not in a brother-can-you-spare-a-dime way.