Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A Typically Romantic Weekend

So what did you do on Valentine's Day? I spent a gray afternoon sitting on the couch editing a novel for a vanity publisher, while my significant other spent the day at a science fiction convention in Boston.

This was NOT the least romantic V-Day we've shared; that honor goes to the first Valentine's Day we lived together, a Friday night, when I sat home alone while he took another woman out on a date. (Granted, the woman in question had my blessing; she was a friend of mine serving as Maid of Honor at another woman's wedding, and needed my boyfriend for the obligatory male escort on her arm. To thank me, she gave me a nice Swarovski crystal figurine for my collection, and when people ask about my romantic history I tell them "Oh, yeah, our first Valentine's Day together I pimped out my boyfriend for crystal crap.")

Dear Reader, I hope this year so far has been working out better for you than it has for me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do; these amateurishly written novels won't edit themselves! (If they did, my bank account would be more abysmal than it already is.)


Anonymous Wayne said...

This year has sucked so far. Everyone has been sick and my bank account is probably more abysmal than yours.

At least my V-Day was a little better than yours.

That's something. I guess.

12:22 PM  
Blogger rhhardin said...

Sunday like every day, recorded for posterity.

Romance is just a displaced need for a dog.

5:49 PM  
Anonymous Wayne said...

Just a thought: did the SO make up for not being around on V-Day?

10:59 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Heh. We don't actually "celebrate" Valentine's Day, because I think it's a bullshit manufactured holiday. I actually forgot it was Valentine's Day at all, until he came home that night and waxed snarkastic about what a nonromantic couple we were.

Bear in mind, I'm the type of woman who simply cannot understand why flowers are supposed to be a great gift: what, a bunch of soon-to-be-dead plants? What the hell am I supposed to do with these? I have no use for plant matter unless I can eat it or smoke it.

11:21 AM  
Anonymous Wayne said...

I tend to agree with you about how commercialized it is. My previous wife was all about it. My current wife (who you've met - a l o n g time ago) not so much. We did have a nice dinner though and that was because we were able to escape the kids.

I know - TMI...

11:30 AM  
Anonymous Jeff P said...

It should be noted that I made her show me the girls for Mardi Gras, so I'm not completely heartless...

3:06 PM  
Anonymous Cap'n NoStar said...

Did you have to fork over some beads or a coconut?

7:12 PM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Every year when we go to the New England multi-state fair (in autumn), there's always a Mardi Gras parade, and we now have several dozen bead strings draped over the arms of the medusa lamp. So after I took my shower last night, I walked out to find him sitting on the couch holding up a handful of beads and saying "It's Mardi Gras. I've got beads."

8:56 PM  
Blogger WPrecanico said...

[sigh] One of the benefits of having a tall person with you when you go to that parade.

I'm to short; I rely on a friend or two who throw the beads.

7:47 AM  
Anonymous Jeff P said...

Used to be I could just reach up and let beads accumulate on my arm at the Big E parade, last year I actually had to jump a few times.

Men my age are not designed for intense bead-jumping. I was sore for days.

8:09 AM  
Anonymous Wayne said...

I think you're a year younger than I am... Sad, isn't it?

I was certainly surprised when I used the Wii we got for Christmas for an afternoon of bowling and tennis.

I was sore for a couple of days.

8:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe not flowers, but what about Munson Dark Chocolates.


1:46 PM  

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