So yesterday I decided I had had enough and whacked a bunch of my hair off. It was just so outgrown and bleh and had absolutely no style. It's still longish, but has a lot more layers. I also got my bangs back. I think I just have to make peace with the fact that I look like shite with no bangs. It's been this love/hate thing where I grow them out, hate it, cut them, get angsty over the fact that no one else seems to have bangs, grow them out again, hate how that looks...and so it goes. But I do like this haircut -- it's got more style than anything else I've had for years. If you've seen Torchwood, it's pretty much Gwen's haircut. Now I just have to hope that it will behave itself when I try to style it tomorrow.
Last night was the 29th birthday party for a gal I work with. The great part is that she lives close enough that we can just walk to her house, so no worries about the whole drinking and driving thing. Of course, the downside is that it was around 105 degrees here yesterday, and it didn't really cool down much even after sunset. I know I must've been feeling the heat, because I got way more plastered after only four (smallish) glasses of wine than I would have normally. She had a full-on karaoke setup because her sister's boyfriend's parents (got all that?) are karaoke nuts, and he brought the "portable" equipment over (I guess they this over-the-top karaoke studio in their garage). My beef was that he didn't really bring much that was in my range (for karaoke I tend to favor Pat Benatar, Madonna, or Heart...and of course Broadway stuff), but we still had fun. I love karaoke. I need to get the usual suspects together for another trip to Little Tokyo and karaoke. Ah, well, the summer is still young (all I can hope is that it won't be this hot the whole time, or my electric bill is going to be from hell, and I won't be able to afford to even go to the movies, let alone L.A. for an expensive night out).
In other news, my father is home from the hospital and doing fine. He keeps grousing about how long his recovery is taking, but come on -- he had two wedges taken out of his left lung. It's not as if you're going to go home from that and enter a marathon or something. But he sounds good and his energy level seems very good, too, so I'm sure he'll be back out on the golf course in the next few weeks.
I had some Musings on Writing that went through my head on Friday and was thinking about posting them here, but now I think the heat has effectively fried them right out of my brain cells. Oh, well.
For those of you on f-list who are reading Quality of Mercy, sorry about the delay. Work has been hell and life way too hectic, and although I've been writing it's all my original stuff. All I can say is that I hope to get back to it soon...I just have to wait for my HP muse to get back from the Bahamas or wherever else she seems to have disappeared.