"Every part of my body likes being fucked, except my hair."

The title of this post is from Blondie, said Sunday morning while she was brushing her hair. It sums her up very well. It was clever, direct, a little crass, yet sexy.

Things with Blondie are going well, much to the chagrin of my sister, who fucking hates her.

The problem is that I broke up with HW, my sister's friend, for Blondie. To compound matters, I technically cheated on HW with Blondie. So my sister doesn't so much hate Blondie, it's more that she's pissed at me, but conveniently shifted that anger onto Blondie. If the circumstances were different they would get along fine.
Things with Blondie are going so well that we've decided to go on vacation together for NYE. The half-hatched idea of going away for a week after only dating a few months came about the way most things in my life do: after consuming a lot of alcohol. Blondie and I were talking about places we've been, trips we have planned, and places we wanted to see, then, two bottles of wine later we agreed it would be a terrific idea to spend the week around NYE together. Once we sobered up and realized this may not be the best plan for any combination of a million reasons, I think we were both too embarrassed (or stubborn) to back out. After considering a bunch of possible places we wanted to go we settled on Costa Rica and booked flights.

This trip represents a lot of firsts (or close seconds) for me. The only girl I've traveled with in the past was ME, when we went to Miami together a little over a year ago, and that trip was only three nights. Blondie and I are going away for ten days. The thing about Costa Rica is that it's not the most developed place on Earth, and traveling around the country can be challenging. This isn't like going to Europe where there are high-speed trains, super highways, and four star hotels on every corner. Where we're going, the drive from the airport to the hotel requires a 4x4 truck to negotiate the two river crossings, which, coincidentally, was specifically forbidden in the rental car agreement I signed (luckily, my AMEX insurance was considerably more vague about coverage of vehicles swept away by rivers). My point is, we're going to be lounging around the beach and staying in a little cabana that may or may not have running hot water. In the immortal words of Captain Ron, "If anything's gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there". If Blondie and I are going to kill each other, it's probably gonna happen on this trip.