Since nobody remembered to make dinner reservations until I asked about our plans this week, we’re holding off Valentine’s Day celebrations until next Saturday, when we are going to a restaurant I’ve been long wanting to try.

Today: errands.

From gloveshot’s dictionary:

St. Valentines Day: n. A day (February 14) promoted as a lovers celebration to boost the economy by selling over-priced jewelry, over-priced greeting cards, and over-priced chocolates. Often small sales bumps are associated with this day by the restaurant and lingerie industries.

Some chocolate. And some obvious. Maybe some sushi in between (if I can con my mom, whose gentleman companion is out of town, into feeding the kids dinner.) Or maybe during! That’s hot.

GS, fwiw, there are more romantic gestures than diamonds, and they don’t cost a dime. Quality time is free!

That’s what Spazmo said when he took me for a walk around the Baltimore city dump this morning. I knew it was love, because I didn’t even mind the rotting corpses.

Spazmo just said, “THAT MAKES ME LOOK BAD.” No, but for serious. We did fondue at a local romantic spot. He spent too much money. Yeah, so eat it. But he didn’t have to. I’ll get him back. I don’t have a job right now, but when I do, I’m taking him to Volt, and he doesn’t know what he’s in for.

My point being: I’ve had some lame, lean Valentine’s days, mostly my own doing. I’m thrilled to finally have a good one, and I hope everybody else gets so lucky as I am someday. Except that girl I knew Karen, she bit people during Keepaway.

Congratulations are due to the 2 of you for your situation. (Remember, the gloveshot dictionary is written by a grumpy old asshole.)

Naw, that’s okay, GS. We’re gross. I mean, we’re not PDA-gross, but you know.

But really, I like any excuse to celebrate. Especially when there’s snow on the ground. Need something to brake up these winter months.

Mmmm, that’s good obvious!