Happy Monday, everyone!
Perhaps I would have discussed this on Friday, on the actual holiday, however, we celebrated Valentine’s Day on Saturday the 15th this year.
Because we wanted to stick it to the man.
Well. Also, we had a friend’s birthday celebration that happened to be on Valentine’s Day, but again, we didn’t care.
It’s a silly day. One that creates competition in the workplace of who got the biggest floral arrangement, and causes singles to drink and gorge in misery or rage or just because they have nothing better to do because all of their friends with significant others were being all mushy with their forced romanticism (see my Valentine’s Day of 2012).
So last year, when my boyfriend and I were approaching our first Valentine’s Day celebration, we discussed the topic with apprehension. Or at least until we realized our feelings towards the Hallmark holiday were generally the same.
In the end, we decided to hit up a nearby hole in the wall for Thai food. And the only reason we didn’t order it to go was because the place was empty. Completely empty. And we felt kinda bad about it.
For good measure, we did also get each other Valentine’s Day gifts. I gave him random pantry items from the Walgreens around the corner from my office. “I love how cheesy you are” (mac n’ cheese) and “so glad you’re never a jerk” (beef jerky). He got me a coffee table book about Justin Bieber.
Match made in heaven.
So this year, we discussed maybe doing something nice and a bit more formal/romantic, but why fix what’s not broken?
He got me an immersion blender that I’ve had on my wish list for years. His reasoning was not so much because I wanted it (I really did), but to “keep me in the kitchen where I belong”.
Smart ass. Don’t take that the wrong way- he really just loves my cooking and baking.
Besides… he knows who the boss is in the house:
Dinner again was Thai food (after we took a trip to Home Depot because we are, in fact, the most romantic couple in the entire world). Same local hole in the wall. We’ve started a tradition now. Which is awesome because I have no problem forever associating pad woon sen with February 14th.
Plus, the leftovers are always bomb diggity.
And that’s important.