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02/14/2005: "Valentine's Day"
I feel like this day should be accompanied by the Jaws theme.
Nothing brings out the hypocrites more than St. V. Day. During a "single" year, people are moaning and crying about how it's just a commercial holiday and how we need to Focus! On! The! Single! People! The next year, when they're dating someone, they immediately forget all that and gush on about their Valentine's Day gifts and plans.
Luckily for me, whether it's a "single" year or a "boyfriend" year, there's one constant - my parents always treat me to Esther Price chocolate. It's from Dayton, Ohio, where my parents grew up, and they swear that no other chocolate comes close to it.
My actual Feb. 14th wasn't spent with my boyfriend; Will and I went out to dinner on Saturday, and we're exchanging gifts this coming weekend due to neither of us having had time to go out and get them. Our conversation about the gifts went something like this:
Will: "You know our Valentine's Day gifts?"
Me: "You mean the ones we haven't bought yet?"
Our celebrations always seem to get spread out over a few weeks; our one-year anniversary fell on his nephew's 4th birthday party celebration, so that was another time that presents were one weekend and dinner was another. I kind of like it that way - who doesn't want a cause for celebration all the time? Lord knows I milk my birthday for all it's worth - it's my birthday week! It's after-birthday week! I need month-after-birthday presents!
Tonight I went out to dinner with my uncle and his client who is Barbie Doll Divorce Attorney. Meaning, she looks like Barbie, right down to her itty-bitty waist and not-so-itty-bitty chest. We had lobster tails, red wine, and this oh-so-decadant chocolate dessert. I'm overly stuffed and overly tipsy now, and it feels oh-so-GOOD.
Yes, I spent Valentine's Day with a divorce attorney. Man, that better not be a sign.