Sunday, October 4, 2009

Summer Lovin', Had me a Blast...

It is that time of year when the party dresses and strappy sandals make way for long sweaters and down-filled boots. The leaves are changing, the days are crisp and the warm summer breezes that brought evenings of wonder are a thing of the past. Summer was an idyllic fling. Patio evenings, trail adventures, ice cream outings, girls' night soirees -- a bacchanalian courtship that I never wanted to end.  

Summer of '09 in Vancouver was one of the very best. Barely any rain and record breaking temperatures had all of us forgetting the months of endless drear that loomed ahead. It was an opportunity for five single girls to live la dolce vita in a haze filled aura of martinis, music and nightlife. 

But like all summer flings, it had to come to an end. Somehow we all instinctively knew that it was over, even without discussing.  Like the kids returning to school, fall is the time to buckle down, dive into work and again pursue our professional and personal goals. It is the time to swear off the gelato and wine and embrace the health conscious vegetable soups and casseroles. 

While saying goodbye to a loved one has its moments of sorrow, I am excited about the challenges that lie ahead. While the nights on the town were a welcomed treat, I can now focus on my other career, educational and physical goals. After all, I have a lot of work to do before next year's summer flame burns again. 


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Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.