So it seems that this is the end of the road for Single Gal. I never thought I would be typing this, but I finally can take the moniker “Single” off my name—for good. I must break the news that I am getting married. There, I said it. I will never be called Single Gal ever, ever again. I have found someone who is willing to deal with my whining, and my ability to talk about the same things over and over, without wanting to strangle me. Someone who actually thinks my ideas are somewhat interesting and thoughtful—’til death or downtown retail do we part. That is more than I can say for the majority of my loving public on this site.
So this will be my final column for San Jose Inside. You may hear from me if a burr really gets under my skin. But I sure hope I am not writing in five years from now, asking why we can’t have a Santana Row downtown, why the Guadalupe River Park Trail is still not connected, or why we have a mayor and City Council who often just don’t seem to get anything done. I may just have to break down and run myself if that is the case.
But first, I need to soak up my engagement. And what I mean by that, is pay back all those friends for the hell they have put me through all these years. That hell includes countless hours at wedding showers (my most despised event), bachelorette parties, showers at bachelorette parties, thousands of dollars spent on shower gifts, wedding gifts, bridesmaid dresses that we cannot shorten and wear again, ugly shoes to match the dresses, destination weddings, and, even after all the selfishness and wedding hell I have been through, most of all, for their years of never once setting me up with a single good prospect.
This is where I get my payback, and man, am I looking forward to it. (“Bitter Bride, party of one, your table’s ready!”)
I plan on putting them through the ringer, and by the time I am done, I will have successfully shown them what it has been like to be Single Gal all these years.
After my wedding, which is at an undisclosed location far south of San Jose (please don’t send helicopters and paparazzi) I will settle abroad for a few years to live a different life in a European city with outdoor cafes, connected city trails, downtown retail, no cruising on city streets, and friendly bartenders with accents, as opposed to meathead bouncers with steroid rage. Though I will not be here, I will think of San Jose fondly, and it will never be far from my mind, even in my new life.
It’s been fun to start discussions on this site, and I will take with me that through all of our differences, in the end, we all want San Jose to be a better place. So here’s to a 2009 in which that becomes a reality.
Good luck, and au revoir!