TV advertising and the insane amount of heart themed decorations at my local supermarché have notified me that Valentine’s Day has rolled around yet again. I’ve mentioned before I don’t really care about this “holiday.” It might sound like I’m trying to be cool with the anti-Valentine’s Day attitude, but I seriously don’t think about it. Now, happily married (I’m really not trying to be a bitch about this if you’re Pro-V and single), Valentine’s Day just isn’t important. . . unless you’re going to go ALL OUT for it.
February of 1998 I celebrated Valentine’s Day with my high school boyfriend with the most clichéd date in the history of clichés. We had a romantic (read: Italian) dinner at a local eatery, I was presented with flowers and a heart shaped box full of candy, and we went to the movies to see THE MOST craptastically romantic movie that ever wooed an entire generation of adolescent girls: TITANIC
OH YEAH.
Cheesiest Valentines Day EVER. For me, anyway. I was too young to get a marriage proposal from my true love on top of the Empire State Building after finding a ring in my champagne glass while a brass band played “All You Need is Love” with fireworks going off in the background and a fuck ton of white doves flying over our heads after an dinner where we shared a comically long spaghetti noodle while two Italian characitures serenaded us, so I settled for watching Titanic. (This is what everyone was striving for in 1998, right? I have no idea)
Anyway, this year I plan to top it. Husband is in Moscow on this heartiest of days for a conference (it’s when the best miserable Russian weather is in season, really) and I’ll be home alone.
But, wait, I hear nobody say, how will you make Valentine’s Day cheesy with all sorts of love sans husband??
WITH EFFIN’ NACHOS, man!
A couple of dear friends and I are actively taking part in making Valentine’s Day cheesy via a homemade cheese sauce and watching anything and everything romantically ridiculous on Netflix and YouTube. I’ll miss Husband, of course, but in his absence I really can’t think of anything more cheesy and beautiful than nachos and THUMBTANIC.*
Happy Valentines Day, everyone! I hope all your thumbs go on!
*Disclaimer: I did not discover “Thumbtanic” by myself. I happen to be friends with some awesomely wacky people.
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Lindsey Malta writes “Thoughtcicles” for The Idler.