Last night, my mother and father went out to a Valentine's dinner in downtown Santa Barbara before seeing a play. They were enjoying their wine at a nice restaurant when a younger couple from UCSB was seated next to them.
Apparently, the tables at this particular dining establishment are very close together, so it was easy for my parents to overhear their conversation as they looked at the menu and realized it was prix fixe, and they couldn't afford to eat there. They couldn't decide what to do, thought about trying to see if they could share one meal, and finally stood up to leave.
My dad then offered to pay for one of their meals, the girl started to cry, and they accepted.
He is seriously the best. I love my daddy.
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Showing posts with label valentines. Show all posts
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Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
My Valentine's Spirit
So, in case today's onslaught of motherfuckin' LOVE has not made it 100% clear to you, I have decided from this moment on to thoroughly and wholeheartedly embrace the trappings of Valentine's Day without bitterness. It's a holiday designed around my most favorite things. Resistance is futile. I have the spirit.
Thus, when I woke up this morning at 6:30 AM to go to yoga, I dressed head to toe in pink. And post shower, faced with a closet full of options, I again went for the pink. And leopard print heart shaped earrings.
I am nothing if not a cliché.
Overall, today was full of Valentine's traditions and a lot of self lovin', and it was quite a success.
I picked up chocolate covered strawberries for work as an afternoon treat, of which I devoured three.
I'm also giving myself a pedicure. Oooooh yeah.
I really know what romance is.
Thus, when I woke up this morning at 6:30 AM to go to yoga, I dressed head to toe in pink. And post shower, faced with a closet full of options, I again went for the pink. And leopard print heart shaped earrings.
I am nothing if not a cliché.
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| I blow you sexy, sexy kisses. |
Overall, today was full of Valentine's traditions and a lot of self lovin', and it was quite a success.
I picked up chocolate covered strawberries for work as an afternoon treat, of which I devoured three.
After work, I made a romantic dinner for myself, Emily Bites' deep dish pizza casserole with a few modifications. I've made it before so I was comfortable messing with her wisdom, and it was delicious. I used a whole wheat pizza crust and a 6 Italian cheese blend, so it was 10 points per piece instead of 9, but worth the extra for sure.
Entertainment wise, I decided to just go full on cliché. Why not? Thus, after finishing an episode of SVU ('cause what's more romantic than a woman poisoning her adopted daughter with detergent), I'm watching The Notebook.
I'm also giving myself a pedicure. Oooooh yeah.
I really know what romance is.
The Problem with V-Day
The problem with Valentine's Day is that some people take it so goddamn seriously. To me, it's a goofy, stupid holiday about flowers and chocolate and hearts, which are all wonderfully unobjectionable things, not an important, meaningful event that determines how happy you are with your boyfriend or how miserable you are alone. If you place too much weight on getting six dozen roses on Valentine's Day, of course you're going to be disappointed.
Granted, I'm not in a relationship. So when I say that this silly adorable day should have no impact on the state of your union, I'm speaking from a place of sanity, not from a place of fucked up brain chemistry due to pheromones and shit.
Look, yes, if there are expectations that are discussed and understood, and someone doesn't live up to their promises or actively makes you feel bad, fuck that person. And I abhor the excuse that a lot of guys (and girls too) use to try to get out of participating in festivities, that they think it's stupid and corporate and lame. You know what, it doesn't cost you anything (except money) to indulge your partner in a little Valentine's joy, you are not giving up any moral high ground or pride, so just suck it up and give them what they want. If you know a little roses and dinner will bring some joy to your lady (or gent), do it.
Do I sound like I'm contradicting myself? I don't mean to be. My feelings are simple: This holiday should be meaningless, BUT, something to enjoy if you want to, or your partner does. It shouldn't be something to fight over, or stress over. Don't put a lot of pressure on it to be special and different and EPIC, just something to treat as a light-hearted delight. Personally, were I in a relationship, I would want to celebrate on the 15th when everything is cheaper and less crowded. On the 14th, I would stay in and bang.
As a single chick, I say, what's the point of being more depressed today than any other day? To give in to the temptation of masochism? Sure, Facebook is littered with people bragging about all the gifts they're getting, all the dates they're going on, but no one is as happy as they seem and the braggiest ones are the most insecure, usually. Besides, do you really want to be one of those people who sits around today bitching about how unhappy you are? Don't you find those people annoying? Waaah, I'm so alone. Waaah, no one bought me flowers. BUY YOURSELF FLOWERS, BITCH. Buy yourself chocolates.
And if you really get down, read about the actual origins of Valentine's Day.
Look, I know it's hard to be alone. Believe me. But why is today any worse than yesterday? Or tomorrow? Stop taking this ish so seriously. Get in the spirit of it. Love yourself. Take a bubble bath or something. Masturbate. Watch your favorite movie. Go shopping. TREAT YOSELF.
You may disagree. If you prefer to place great meaning on the day of Saint Valentine, I can't stop you. But all I can say is, you crazy. I'll be over here, stress free and chilling.
Granted, I'm not in a relationship. So when I say that this silly adorable day should have no impact on the state of your union, I'm speaking from a place of sanity, not from a place of fucked up brain chemistry due to pheromones and shit.
Look, yes, if there are expectations that are discussed and understood, and someone doesn't live up to their promises or actively makes you feel bad, fuck that person. And I abhor the excuse that a lot of guys (and girls too) use to try to get out of participating in festivities, that they think it's stupid and corporate and lame. You know what, it doesn't cost you anything (except money) to indulge your partner in a little Valentine's joy, you are not giving up any moral high ground or pride, so just suck it up and give them what they want. If you know a little roses and dinner will bring some joy to your lady (or gent), do it.
As a single chick, I say, what's the point of being more depressed today than any other day? To give in to the temptation of masochism? Sure, Facebook is littered with people bragging about all the gifts they're getting, all the dates they're going on, but no one is as happy as they seem and the braggiest ones are the most insecure, usually. Besides, do you really want to be one of those people who sits around today bitching about how unhappy you are? Don't you find those people annoying? Waaah, I'm so alone. Waaah, no one bought me flowers. BUY YOURSELF FLOWERS, BITCH. Buy yourself chocolates.
And if you really get down, read about the actual origins of Valentine's Day.
Look, I know it's hard to be alone. Believe me. But why is today any worse than yesterday? Or tomorrow? Stop taking this ish so seriously. Get in the spirit of it. Love yourself. Take a bubble bath or something. Masturbate. Watch your favorite movie. Go shopping. TREAT YOSELF.
You may disagree. If you prefer to place great meaning on the day of Saint Valentine, I can't stop you. But all I can say is, you crazy. I'll be over here, stress free and chilling.
My Valentine
Every year my mama gives me a Valentine's Day gift. Because my mama loves me.
This year I knew exactly what the gift was before she even handed me the gift bag last week, with firm instructions not to open it until today. I knew, because if I tell my mother I want something, she will buy it for me. And considering how much I've raved about Pitch Perfect, and considering I forced her and my father to watch it with me a few weeks ago, I was pretty darn sure she would give me the DVD.
And I was right. PLUS: Trader Joe's gift card! WOOHOO!
Who needs a boyfriend? I have my mommy to be my valentine.
Or my cat.
I'm not sure which is worse.
This year I knew exactly what the gift was before she even handed me the gift bag last week, with firm instructions not to open it until today. I knew, because if I tell my mother I want something, she will buy it for me. And considering how much I've raved about Pitch Perfect, and considering I forced her and my father to watch it with me a few weeks ago, I was pretty darn sure she would give me the DVD.
And I was right. PLUS: Trader Joe's gift card! WOOHOO!
Who needs a boyfriend? I have my mommy to be my valentine.
Or my cat.
I'm not sure which is worse.
Lovey Dovey V-Day Links
Happy Valentine's Day/Single's Awareness Day/Corporate Chocolate Promotion Day/Thursday!
I hope you're prepared for an onslaught of LOVE today. I'm feelin' it.
I refuse to let this be me.
Plus I have links for you. Mostly from Buzzfeed, 'cause they win at everything.
And this is just the beginning.
37 Dogs Beating You At Valentine's Day
Haaa. These pups be suave.
Awesomely Bad and Awesomely Dirty Tumblr Valentines
I would be particularly wooed by Jesse.
When Bill Met Shelley No Disability Could Keep Them Apart
I hope you're prepared for an onslaught of LOVE today. I'm feelin' it.
I refuse to let this be me.
And this is just the beginning.
37 Dogs Beating You At Valentine's Day
Haaa. These pups be suave.
Awesomely Bad and Awesomely Dirty Tumblr Valentines
I would be particularly wooed by Jesse.
When Bill Met Shelley No Disability Could Keep Them Apart
This is just the best. True love.
"If you kiss a man, it should be for your own pleasure and not as a reward for him." The most relevant part.
Bahahahahahahaahahaha.
And ike the Gay Marriage USA Facebook page and see some adorable pictures of happy couples.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Paperman
Valentine's Day is coming up. Love is in the air.
The fact that I do not have a Valentine, and have put myself on dating hiatus (which we all know is a crock of shit because no one wants to date me anyway) would usually make me a bit bitter. And you'd think, with all my generalized feminist wordiness and rage against the machine brouhaha, I might be against the concept of Valentine's Day.
But I like pink, and I like chocolate, and I like roses, and I like love.
So I like Valentine's Day.
I also like this video, 'cause when I talk about my movie moments or fantasies, sometimes they start a little like this. I'd love to be this memorable.
The fact that I do not have a Valentine, and have put myself on dating hiatus (which we all know is a crock of shit because no one wants to date me anyway) would usually make me a bit bitter. And you'd think, with all my generalized feminist wordiness and rage against the machine brouhaha, I might be against the concept of Valentine's Day.
But I like pink, and I like chocolate, and I like roses, and I like love.
So I like Valentine's Day.
I also like this video, 'cause when I talk about my movie moments or fantasies, sometimes they start a little like this. I'd love to be this memorable.
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