Oh, Valentine’s Day, you’re so wonderful and complicated, like Carrie Bradshaw, or Barbra Streisand in The Way We Were. Are you sweet and romantic and full of sugar and spice and all things nice? Or are you just a cynical grab for cash from the peddlers of sugar and diamonds and flowers that will die by Thursday anyway?
Maybe Valentine’s Day is a little bit of both. Sometimes it’s sweet, and sometimes it’s awful. It might be nicer when it’s sweet, but really, that’s a little boring. Who wants to read about, “We went out for the Valentine’s Day prix fixe at a mid-range Italian place, split a dessert, splurged on two glasses of Champagne, and went home to put that single red rose in some water and test the chocolates to see which ones were full of caramel and which ones were full of gross things like raspberry cream.”
I’m sure that sort of thing is the best when you’re living it, but when it comes to telling the story later, it’s way better when a story involves broken crockery and drama.
But I trust you guys. If anyone has a good Valentine’s Day story, you guys will. Share your worst Valentine’s Day disasters in the comments.