Disclaimer: I do not own Hart of Dixie. All rights go to the CW network.
Dear Diary,
Middle of nowhere Alabama is exactly what I expected it to be; dirt roads and gossipy women on every corner. What I didn't expect were the prissy sundress-wearing Belles. I thought they were for pure entertainment value on the television and in movies, I was obviously wrong. Secondly, people have strange pets down here. For example, mayor Lavon Hayes (OMG!) has a pet alligator named Burt Reynolds… Honestly, who in his right mind would think about getting a pet alligator! Those things are dangerous! Then again, someone in town I'm pretty sure has a pet pig… Or maybe that's the high school's mascot animal. I don't really know, and I don't really care. If it weren't for that stupid fellowship rejecting me, I wouldn't be here as a GP.
The up side to this backwards town is that there is eye candy. I mean ex-football pro, definitely worth a second look. But, I'm talking about native country boys—Wade Kinsella and George Tucker. I have to admit, Wade definitely one ups George in the looks department. He has this rugged country boy thing going on, wearing plaid button ups, blue jeans and boots. He looks like he comes straight out of a catalog! Then there's George, more on the cute side. He's got a sophisticated gentlemanly charm to him. Turns out, he's a lawyer and was in New York for a few months. Perfect right? Yeah, I found out he's engaged to the queen of the prissy Belles, Lemon Breeland.
The Breelands are a breed of their own. Lemon's dad, Brick (yup as in the rock or stone or whatever), shared the practice with Harley, who by the way I found out is my real dad (my life is a TV drama). So, his prerogative is to buy me out. I told him it wasn't going to happen… mostly because I need this stupid practice for at least a year. Frustratingly, Brick is not the negotiating type of man. He went to George and found out that if I can't get 30% of the patients, he can buy me out without a hitch. Great, first my fellowship, and a family practice in the middle of nowhere doesn't want me. It's doing wonders for my ego. I couldn't care less if I wasn't required the experience, I mean, I am trained to be a cardiothoracic surgeon.
Whoa, I went off topic there. Obviously, I'm still boiling mad on the inside. Continuing about the Breelands, there's Lemon who, well she's just a b**** plain and simple. She's the snobbiest and most high-strung person I've ever met in my entire life. And living in New York City, being a female surgeon, that's saying a lot about her. She has a little sister too, Magnolia. Who is naming these poor girls? First a sour fruit, although very fitting, and a flower. I mean come on, get with the 21st century already. Magnolia is a mini-Lemon, just not as high-strung but just as snobbish. She definitely treats this other girl Rose (yup another flower), like crap. She's that girl in high school who flaunts that really cool guy she snatched in front of you. Poor Rose, so glad I'm over that high school drama.
I don't know if I forgot to mention, but my boyfriend for 6 years dumped me after I didn't get the fellowship and had to move to stupid Alabama. Yeah, I don't care I don't need him. Gigi tried to throw me a party to cheer me up though, unnecessary, I wasn't even heartbroken. Not one tear dropped out of my eye. That's saying something alright.
Overall my experience this week has been a little crazy. Made out passionately with the bartender, got saved from a pet alligator by the cute lawyer, got that same lawyer hit by a car by a blind as a bat old man, and fighting with the neighbor who happens to be the hot bartender over the fuse box that keeps frying. Yup, Bluebell Alabama is exactly as it was cut out to be.
Get me out of here!
- Zoe Hart.