SFO

Last Sunday I arrived home from my trip to San Francisco. It was a trip that I had not looked forward to because I had to do it alone. I asked everyone and anyone to be my "date". Who wants to go to a wedding alone?? I whined and felt so sorry for myself but on Friday evening I arrived in San Francisco. The evening began with drinks and dinner alone in a bar. I was really feeling strange about it all but I attempted to look interested in the 6 televisions broadcasting every baseball game possible. After two beers, I was feeling pretty good. I headed up to the room to primp for the evening at the bar with the wedding party. I ended up closing the bar with the men and had a great time. Each hour of my visit seemed to get better. I could not believe how much I was enjoying myself. I was not even sad when I climbed into the King size bed. I was actually happy that I could sleep diagonally and enjoy all of the space. The wedding was beautiful and not once did I have thoughts of feeling bad for myself. Maybe I am becoming more comfortable with being alone. I suppose that is a good thing but I do still hope to find someone special one day! Overall it was a great trip. It was just what I needed. Good friends, drinks and lots of laughing. Even with an injury and the heimlich maneuver it was still so much fun. I think I am learning that there are benefits to being single! The independence, the easy decisions, not having to share the counter space in a hotel bathroom or the King size bed and being able to stay out as late as I want and not worry about anyone else. It is also great to be able to flirt and wink at anyone I want and to go home alone and feel good about it.