Week 35

   

   I didn't wear a dress while I was camping at Lake Tahoe, nor did I enjoy a candlelit dinner with Sasquatch, but I did slackline in a bear suit...that's gotta count for something, right? Lake Tahoe provided all the fixings for a fantastic immersion in nature, but it was not the destination for dates or dressing up. Mind you, I did realize that my high-diving-off-cliff days are probably behind me. After launching myself from a 35 ft. rock into the turquoise waters of the lake, I was terrified rather than exhilarated from the adrenaline rush. Yep, I'm cool off that. I'm finally learning that there are certain high risk activities that I'm done with. There just comes a time when the wisdom that comes with getting older catches up with you and sucker punches that daring youth that lingers within. No more riding on the back of speeding motorcycles for me. There will be no more participating in games that are titled the Century Club or Edward Forty Hands. I will never get back on the Gravitron or trust the squeaky bolts on the Zipper at the county fair. I won't push the limit when my gas light turns on in my car (although I never really was that risky when I was a teen). And of course, there will be no more jumping off big cliffs, just cute little ones.

   Even though I didn't save a lost lumberjack while wearing a dress, I did have a few days back home in between my outdoor adventures. Just in the nick of time I was able to accomplish two big goals for the last week of August. First, I wore a dress while wine tasting one night. Second, I asked out a dude on a date! Yay for me! I also ended up having an awesome time. That whole asking out a guy mission was surprisingly easy! Why was I so stressed? I may be done with certain dangerous activities, but inviting a man out on a date is definitely not one of them. Eating questionable leftover sushi or ice cream that's spent a year in the freezer is not going to happen again. But taking the reins in my own hands in the dating world is a risk I'm fully willing to take. 

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

At the tail end of August I was able to sneak in another dress for the month. I went wine tasting with some friends and this time I really did have to dust off my dress. I bought this dress when I was in France at the age of 17 and I practically haven't worn it since then! I think I know why too...I pretty much looked like I was a bridesmaid about to go off to prom. Yep, I think it's time to retire that one.