Another one bites the dust

I'm back from a week in the backwoods of Florida and have the skeeter bites and beer gut to prove it.  We had a great time.  I can't believe the list of things we did in a mere seven days:  Went scalloping, swam with manatees, hatched baby chicks, rode 4-wheel drive vehicles in the dark woods looking for frogs and haunted trailers, dirty danced with locals, drank way too much booze, the list just goes on and on.  We had the most incredibly gracious and generous hosts who know how to show you a good time.  Very lucky.

On another note, I have a friend out there turning 40 today.  This is a very special friend.  I am not a shopper, in fact I dread shopping.  But if I ever need a fancy dress, a special outfit, a great pair of shoes etc., there is only one person I want to go with.  My friend approaches shopping like it's an event to be savored, not a chore.  The event always begins with coffee and includes wine at some point.  On a good day, there may even be a facial or a massage mixed in.  Oh and my friend's name is "Steve" (yes it's his porn name).  Steve, the most hetero metrosexual on the face of the earth (I've had the ladies tell me he knows his way around the female anatomy if you get my drift).

Steve and I have known each other for a long time (about 14 years) and he has been an incredibly loyal friend.  As much as he loves skin products, he also loves military history and I would take him in my foxhole anytime.  We have each other's backs and always will.  He's like the brother I never had.  The brother that likes to shop.

So cheers to you Steve!  Can't wait to make you do tequila shots in person (after your facial of course).