I’m happy to say Valentine’s Day was drama free. I wasn’t expecting any drama (my dude and I are both pretty chill) but after hearing some friend’s stories, I was extra grateful. We went to a friend’s party in Brooklyn – walking way too far in the frigid cold from Barclays after the F train was refusing to appear. The party was lots of fun and we we were diabetic after from ingesting way too much sugar, as expected. We stopped at Sugar Shoppe on the way home, and Fat Daddy Taco (we needed to eat food that wasn’t 95% sugar).
We started Sunday off with a leisurely brunch at The Hamilton before showering and attempting our plans of milkshakes and The Boy. Upon arriving at Black Tap in the Meatpacking District, we witnessed the most ridiculous wrapping line plus a bouncer in 10* weather and immediately abandoned ship. Starving, we stopped at The Diner on 14th and 9th for some delicious (albeit overpriced) comfort food. We hopped on the train to 42nd Street to attempt an earlier showing of The Boy. It’s been out for weeks, so how could there be a problem? It turns out that EVERYONE wants to go to the movies when it’s Arctic outside so our movie was sold out plus the theatre was mobbed because the machines to buy tickets were down.
the scene outside Black Tap Burger. guys, they’re just milkshakes.
Our plans were just not meant to be, I guess. We ended up making dinner at my apartment and settling in for a double-header of Frozen (that was better than I expected, said Justin) and a movie called Dark Skies (it’s a thriller about aliens with Kerry Russell and I totally enjoyed it).
And we ate more candy. So much candy. Because: Valentine’s Day.
A Valentine’s Day Miracle
I’m pretty much a fatalist. If there’s something that could go wrong, I usually imagine it happening (though now I have the mental power to also tell myself to stop being an asshole, so there’s that). I often take my rings off and put them in my wallet at yoga and then forget to take them out until the next morning when I’m getting ready or I’m already out the door and head towards the subway.
I’ve always known that putting rings on while waiting for the train is probably a bad idea. One could totally fall into the tracks.
And yesterday, one did. I looked around for it for a bit after but didn’t see it on the platform and didn’t see it on the tracks (I didn’t go down into them, I’m not a total asshole).
I was super bummed because I’d bought the ring in an antique shop in Stockholm in September so it was totally irreplaceable. As the day wore on, I focused on other things but then immediately found myself bummed again as I was heading home after yoga and decided to give my hunt for it one more go.
I asked the MTA agent if anyone had found a ring and given it in, he said no, and I went back to the place that I dropped it, checked that no trains were coming, and got down on my hands and knees on the edge of the platform with my iPhone flashlight to look for it.
Shockingly, I found it. I asked the MTA employee if there was anyone they could call and there was another employee with tools to pick up stuff that New Yorkers such as myself drop into the tracks. It was really hard to find again, but we did, and we had to wait for a few trains to pass, but eventually we got it back. I gave the guy some cash as a thank you and went home to wash it because: subway grime.
I’m still in shock that I actually found it and was able to get it back.
So, lesson learned: Don’t put jewelry on while waiting for the train.
Let me preface this to say that I think all holidays are made up. Did you know that there’s zero evidence that Jesus H. Christ was born on December 25th? And don’t get me started on Easter. Halloween is made up but at least that one’s just fun.
I’m not typically a fan of Valentine’s Day. Two years ago when my then-long distance boyfriend flew in I asked him to cancel last-minute our dinner reservations (nothing too outrageous, I promise) and asked him to go to a pub instead. I felt fraudulent getting behind the holiday that is a) made up, b) will obviously leave large groups of people feeling bad about themselves which is unnecessary.
Last year I watched this vlog by Gabby Bernstein and I said fuck it and made it a day for self-care. I took a bath, I got a mani/pedi, it was fun. I even went all the way out to Brooklyn the day after for a kundalini yoga self-love workshop that a girlfriend of mine was hosting and met lots of really cool people who were also in need of something to do on this day, whether they were single or not. That was totally fun. I may or may not have started a “love vision board” (at the suggestion of Bernstein) that never really went anywhere and never was hung up. The point was that it was a lot more fun to focus on what I wanted for the future and how I could make myself feel good right now than wallow with a bunch of other depressed people at a bar.
This year I find myself in a relationship again (and not a long distance one, thank fucking god) and it’s a really wonderful and comfortable one. I knew I still didn’t want to make a big thing of the stupid day but I suggested eating one of those ridiculous milkshakes at Black Tap Burger and going to see The Boy. Is there anything more appropriate for Valentine’s Day than a horror movie? Nah. Even though it received horrible reviews it’ll be fun.
The best part about Valentine’s Day this year? The Walking Dead is back! My dude and I are both stoked about this.
So, instead putting a lot of pressure on this day, I’m going to be Captain Obvious over here and tell you to just chill out and do what makes you feel good.
Honestly? I really don’t like Valentine’s Day. I’m very happy that my man is flying up tonight to see me, but we’re not going out to dinner (we did have reservations but I asked him if he’d mind if we got Levain, beer, and chicken wings instead at a pub on the UWS – he was happy to oblige). But this date just happened to fall on a weekend so we said, why not!
I’ve had a terrible habit of breaking up with guys that I’m seeing, casually or otherwise, within 1-7 days of this holiday. I can’t take the pressure.
So, since I technically have a valentine this year, and the pressure is basically off (no parading around like we’re all pro-Valentine’s Day), I’m trying to calm down and just have fun eating some chocolate.
We’re doing a cheesy Valentine’s Day thing at work and we all had to make “card bags” and mine properly reflects my feelings towards the holiday:
Happy chocolate, cupcake, and sex day!
As you may or may not have known, the fall revival of Romeo and Juliet, staring Orlando Bloom and Condola Rashad, was filmed and is being shown on select screens across the country from February 13th to the 19th. Right in time for Valentine’s Day!
That Girl Allisonis giving away a pair of tickets to one lucky reader. I think it’s a perfect Valentine’s Day activity. Even if you saw the production live, I think it will be a completely different experience seeing it on screen, with close ups and all. And who doesn’t love seeing Orlando Bloom up close on screen?
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Valentine’s Day… stupid or not stupid? That is the question.
I vote that the Empire State Building should always be pink and purple, no? Or it should be at least on April 14th every year (my birthday).
I think Valentine’s Day is stupid, for the most part. I wasn’t even thrilled with it the times I’ve HAD a Valentine (it’s a stupid amount of unnecessary pressure). But instead of being all stupidly bitter about it, I put on my red jeans, and a sheer, flowy black top, black combat boots (hah), curled my hair, and looked pretty for myself.
Of course, since it’s Thursday, we had a plethora of bagels in the office, and after the client meetings were over, we had the leftover heart-shaped Boston Creme donuts. Then someone’s fiance had a big box of Magnolia’s cupcakes delivered, and towards the late afternoon, my parents had two boxes of Butterlane cupcakes delivered (best cupcakes ever).
So, after nearly falling into a sugar coma on the couch in my office, my best man (and guy friend) met me and we went over to SVA for an art show reception. Afterward we grabbed dinner at a Thai restaurant in Chelsea and then hit up Strand Books (one of my favorite stores, ever, even though I should in no way be buying books right now as I have probably 20 books that I have yet to read on my shelves).
Now, after consuming five times my weight in calories today, I’m drinking some Happy Tummy Tea and crashing. But seriously, the Empire State Building should always be pink and red.
I’ve had a significant other on Valentine’s Day a few times and the pressure to have an amazing time with amazing gifts makes me dread it. I wasn’t very bitter today and kind of neutral about it altogether. But seriously, who knew that the best Valentine’s Day gift ever would come from over the internet for exactly $0? I yelped a little when I saw the tweet.
Yes, that’s right. Green Day began recording a new album today, as per Billie Joe’s tweet. Of course, we went hear anything for quite some time but it’s nice to at least know there’s something new on the horizon and a new tour will be kicked off as well after the album’s release. I think this might rate as the Best Valentine’s Day Ever. And to think that as Tanya, Sally, Anne, and I were brunching last Saturday, we actually began to doubt that this would be the year the guys would record something new. We’ve decided to take some credit for the news today (facetiously).
Hopefully “Make Out Party” will make the cut onto the new album, and hopefully they’ll call the album “Fuck Time.” (Probably not though, due to the fact that that is the title of a Foxboro Hot Tubs song.)
Hope everyone had a very red (and Green) Valentine’s Day.