Last Dance

So tonight is my last night in SF. I am sitting with my closest friend here eating a picnic of cupcakes and champagne (well California sparkling wine as she just informed me because the grapes are not French, or would it be freedom sparkling wine if it were champagne and we were on Fox news, but we aren't, and Anne Coulter shouldn't be either PLEASE stop giving her a forum to speak).

Ok so the California sparkling wine has affected my ability to blog coherently, but so what? I am leaving a home that I thought would be mine and my new little family's for a long time. But no little family for me. Time to start a new life, sans husband in a new city. Not just sans husband, but sans any kind of significant other. How the hell am I supposed to date? Who is going to want to date me? This whole situation is just redonkulous.

We are sitting on the floor because there is no furniture. It is all very college.

So time for the last dance, last chance for love. But we all know that there is no love, or chance for love here. Best that we move on.