Thursday,
February 14, 2002
VALENTINE'S DAY

Happy happy and all that

Yeah, I know -- kind of harsh. But you have to admit it is funny. I especially got a kick out of the heart tattoo on Cupid's ass.

On a perfectly serious note, I hope everyone out there is having a splendid Valentine's Day -- the San Franciscians in the office here are positively frothing over with love and romance. In fact, they spent a good part of the day discussing their plans for tonight and what they were going to do with their sweeties.

Me, I got to participate in all this Valentine's hoopla after a fashion, as I was asked to wrap prezzies for Stephen (who is apparently wrapping-challenged and had two gifts he was giving to his girlfriend later this evening). Like I'm going to turn down a chance to wrap presents -- I live for that kind of stuff.

So I spent a half hour making hospital corners, lovely fluffy ribbon curls and a pre-strung bow for the gifts (amusing Len, who commented that he'd had that job in a department store when he was 19). At the end of it all, Stephen was suitably impressed with my handiwork for his sweetie, and called me his "other sweetie."

"Your platonic sweetie," I amended.

"My plautonic sweetie," he replied, using that pronunciation. These Canadians, I dunno. But that means I now have a platonic consort (Steve) and am a platonic sweetie (to Stephen). Which tickles me.

After this brief arts 'n' crafts interlude, I had vague plans to head out after work and have a nice solo Valentine dinner (as I'd already had a marvelous lunch with the Kick-Ass Trainer Chick, which we spent talking about writing, religion and a slew of other stuff), and score some serious chocolate. By the time I actually made it out the door, however, I realized that 1) I was feeling moderately run-down and tired, and 2) it probably would be a good idea to conserve as much of my remaining dosh as possible, seeing as what I had was all I'd have until my paycheck hit the credit union tomorrow.

So I spent the evening watching two episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer before collapsing into a fitful sleep. Not the most romantic of evenings, true, but probably what I would've done if I'd been home, too, so I'm not complaining.