Sometimes I Like To Go On a Hiatus...

First of all, that word does not get used enough. "Hiatus." Second of all, much has happened in "The World According to Wanton Hussy," since I last formally blogged.

It seems like just yesterday, I was dyeing my already fried hair, an obnoxious shade of red, eager to begin "Halloween weekend" as a single, frivolous, secure 23 year old. Oh, what a different three months make.

I will try to make this brief...

Halloween weekend came and left in a torrent of drunken debauchery. Friday night = Pirate Wench costume, Cover band concert, Back stage at cover band concert and crazy shenanigans. Saturday = BEST DAY EVER. Bodysurfing that is. The water was the warmest I had ever felt it. It was as clear as Hawaii. And I swam with dolphins. The spooked me at first when I opened my eyes underwater and a pod of three were only a few yards away. I was even fortunate enough to bear witness to the sweet swan song of their sonar hummings. I SWEAR to you, I heard their clicks and high pitched squeals. Simply put, "amazing." I was in the water for around two hours. Hangover Cure 101.

Then it was time to head home for a quick costume change into my 1950's Desperate Housewife get up. Tart, please give me the basics of uploading pics, so that my much anticipated pic montage can follow. We went to a bar at Redondo pier, continued to drink and dance the night away. Good times.

Sidenote: Me and my long time "on again, off again" boyfriend, are now "on again." I know, I know. But Wanton Hussy, aren't you leaving for Europe? Why did you get back together in November when you knew you were leaving? What are you going to do? Are you really going to stay in a relationship thereby not cheating on him? What were you thinking?

Me: I know what I want and have found it and am perfectly content. I have no wantings to stray for a insignificant fling. We have taken time apart, grown up a little, and realized that what we had all along is what we wanted, but it just needed a little fostering. I adore him and he to me. Oh, and Tart likes him too. Which is basically my number one priority when seriously considering a mate.

Okay, quick recap, I have a boyfriend and Halloween was fun. Fast forward a few weeks to mid-November. My boyfriends' friends from out of town come to visit and stay with me for the weekend for a "Welcome to the 'O.C.' bitch" weekend. Fun times ensued. Saturday night crossing the street elusive roommate and out of town guest are hit by a drunk driver in a Dodge Durango doing 40. Roommate down, I'm in shock, first-time therapy sessions for self-proscribed "P.T.S.D.," yadda yadda yadda.

Is roommate better? What about Europe? Are you still going? Can she make it?

Yes. Europe is still there. We are still going. She has a made a full and speedy recover. Christmas comes and goes. New Years as well. I have been through the full gamut of emotions with my long awaited, much anticipated Trip de Europe. Anxious, sad, happy, elated, scared, angry, you name it.

But, point being, it is finally here. Two weeks from tomorrow. I will definitely make it a point to write, blog, post pics because "it will make a great keepsake." Boyfriend is of course cool with it, being that this whole thing was planned during an "off again" stage. He hates me saying that we were "on again, off again" out of fear of looking young and immature, but the truth is, we needed it. It was crucial so that I may cut the invisible umbilical chord attached to my mom and so that he would prove himself to me that he can actually do what he has always been saying he would. Which is be completely successful in the business world.

All in all, I will not be boring you with my dating quos anymore, but will be completely focused on seeing all that Europe has in store for me. Again, if you have any suggestions as to where to eat/sleep/party/visit in various cities, as it is my goal to see all of Western Europe, please let me know. Until then, Ciao Bella.

And that's only because that's all I know how to say.