I know this because of the explosion of red and pink that has hit stores.
And yet this year, it took me by surprise.
Normally, I like this holiday.
I used to give my neighbor’s gift baskets containing crafts and goodies for Valentine’s Day.
My boys get cards with money in them (because the little buggers want nothing but money).
And usually I go all out to do something romantic for my special someone. But this year there is no special someone.
Bugger. Everyone should get laid on Valentine’s Day.
Is that my main complaint about Valentine’s Day? Yes. Everyone should get some love and some nookie on V-Day. Except for sociopaths and killers. They should just suffer.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do for Valentine’s Day this year – maybe treat myself to a spa day. Maybe do something fun with my spawn. Maybe show my parents a little appreciation.
It would be wrong to not do anything just because I don’t have a significant other.
Love should be celebrated, in whatever iteration it exists in – romantic, familial, or friendship.
One year, I took my boyfriend to the city and we shared a fancy Thai meal with live Burt Baccarat music playing in the background.
Another year, I took my boyfriend (a different one) to the racetrack and we watched drag racing. That was love, man. Sitting through hours of cars racing 100 feet at 100+ mph. Exciting.
But my favorite Valentine’s memory is when I went to my piano recital, ate too many red frosted cupcakes, and threw up in the squishy stuff between my sister’s bed and my bed and SHE ROLLED INTO IT wearing blue pajamas and got covered in red vomit.
Perfect Valentine’s memory, courtesy of my sister.