This Isn't Winter, Yet?

Haaaaallo! A few things. It's starting to get cold and I've been informed that this is not Winter but, rather, Fall. Autumn, a transition period between Summer and Winter. Now, I don't mind the cold as much as some of my Floridian friends so I've been jolly about the whole matter. I'm now wearing scarves and coats and gloves. The whole look is so much more put together and I'm having a lot of fun with it. The problem is that I've convinced myself that this 30ish degree (only in the mornings) weather is as cold as it's going to get. I think I'm lying to myself. It apparently snows here. I know, can you believe it?!? And not a few flurries, either. Loads of it that stays on the ground for more than a few hours. I'm excited about the snow but worried about the frigid temperatures day in and day out. Oh well. I'm ready for it so bring it on.

In other news, I chopped off 10 inches of my hair and gave it to Locks of Love. I have a love/hate relationship with the new hairdo. At times I think it's very sassy and fun and at other times I think I look like a boy and/or a 12 year old. I sometimes miss the allure and femininity that comes with the long blonde hair. Hmmm, maybe I'll just grow it out again. I am happy that I was able to donate it to a good cause so that's that.

Moving along. I just had my 32nd birthday a week back and I'm under the strange impression that I'm getting old. I wonder where that's coming from? I still act young and lively but it seems like my bedtime is inching backwards ever so slowly. If I don't get my drink on early, say I have a long dinner with friends first, I cannot be expected to want to go to a bar afterwards or to even stay awake much, for that matter. The solution is clear to me. Just skip the boring dinner if I want to continue the night in a festive manner. I grow older and new rules are required. Umph.

In relation to getting older I'm also noticing that I'm not looking as photogenic as I'm used to, which isn't saying a lot since it's common knowledge among my friends that I definitely look better in person than in my pictures. That being said, what do I do now? Now people might take one look at a picture of me and think the worst. Maybe I'll find a way to track those people down and show up on their doorsteps, "hi, this is what I look like. Just in case you were wondering." Not doable and I guess it really isn't so important. I'll have to just explain the turning point to my grandchildren down the road.

So, St. Louis is still not giving me any crazy fun girls to hang out with but I did find a cool spot to go to, London Calling at Upstairs Lounge. The crowd's a little young but the music and the concept is absolutely great. Think British indie rock, synth pop, new wave-inspired tunes that are coming out now and have been for most of the '00s. Eclectic, hipster crowd. And, yes, DANCING! I'll post a link here in case you want to stop by when you're in "the lou."

http://londoncalling.us/