Yesterday started out as any typical Monday would, except it was Valentine's Day. I was fully prepared to have my Facebook wall bombarded with an endless array of sappy status updates and pictures of flowers and teddy bears everyone received from the special people in their lives. I was even fully prepared for any possible engagement which might pop up through the course of the day. In my humble opinion, VDay is the WORST day for an engagement...and if I were to ever be proposed to on February 14th, I would most certainly decline the offer. There are plenty of other days throughout the year, so there is no need to pick the lamest possible day known to man. Just for future reference; other off-days include my birthday and Christmas but for opposite reasons as Valentine's Day...but sure bet days, that if you were to propose to me I would certainly say yes are St. Patrick's Day and opening day of Spartan Football.
Anyway, I was perfectly content with being single on Valentine's day, because as I have stated before, the day is stupid. And I had actually received the very best Valentine package from LaceFace, I got an entire box of Reese's Peanut Butter eggs....I could not be happier.
The day progressed as any Monday would, I went to work, I came home, I went for a run and then I did the unthinkable...
I actually went on a date...on Valentine's Day. Now don't jump to any conclusions, it was NOT anything over the top romantic or Valentine themed in any way, it just so happened to fall on February 14th. I had been chatting with a guy, whom shall be referred to as Rhoda, for a little while and as chance would have it we were both free for dinner.
Since there was not any prep done for a Valentine's Day date, and it was fairly last minute, any big name place that I would usually turn to for a dinner date would surely be full. Whiskey Kitchen, Rosepepper, and Tin Angel were out of the question. I was having a craving for Mexican food...mainly for a margarita, so I chose a gem of place on the East side known as Las Maracas. Las Maracas is not stellar food by any means, but it is decent enough and you can taste more tequila than sweet and sour mix in their margaritas, so it's ok in my book. And best of all, as a holiday special, margs were only $2.14. Though I would typically gag at such a corny promotion, that's better than happy hour prices! Score! Maybe a good thing or two does come from Valentine's Day after all, and perhaps I can see another side of this Hallmark Holiday.
Rhoda and I spent the next 90 minutes in quite an entertaining conversation...we quoted "Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion" almost the entire time. Occasionally the convo was peppered with a line or two from "Mean Girls" or "Clueless" but it quickly returned back to RMHSR. Not many people can quote Romy and Michelle so well, I thought I had a rare talent, but it figures that I find myself on a date lacking in any actual conversation on VDay and we spend all of dinner talking in lines from popular teen girl comedies. The conversation honestly did not go any deeper than the intellectually stimulating debate Cher posed when discussing the government's similarity to a dinner party with their involvement in Haiti. (Bonus points to you if you actually know this reference.)
Dinner and a few margaritas came to an end, and there weren't any lines left in the movie to recite, and since there hadn't been a sequel made, it was time to part ways. I retired back to the attic and fixed myself a Jack and Coke and watched Sunday's episode of "Desperate Housewives". My Valentine's date actually was not anything special, so therefore my opinion of February 14th remains the same. I had an enjoyable time with Rhoda, and although I am a sucker for a conversation full of pop movie quotes, I would like a little substance too, and frankly, I'm the Mary.