Stamping hands last Thursday there was this couple. Not really a couple, because they weren't on a date. They were like, friends. The guy clearly liked boys and the lady. Well. I'm not sure what she liked.
But she definitely does not like Valentine's Day. Cause when her friend told me I looked remarkable and I told him "thank you" and joked that love was in the air. She sort of grimaced and told me it was a fake holiday.
Well duh, lady.
But I'm taking any excuse offered to do my hair up in fancy braids with a handmade heart bobby pin adorning it and wear those fantastic glittery red shoes.
Not to mention loving so much being able to make cards for people, and play with glue and sequins. And drink wine and make Jersey Shore puppets with puffy heart sticker thought bubbles and fake declarations of love while gossiping with a bunch of funny women.
And watching Romeo and Juliet just to swoon over that dreamy Abra.
Oh and flirt shamelessly. And linger over hand stamps and drink every other free cocktail I'm offered and then demand a chaste but fulfilling kiss at the end of the night. And say "cupcake" twelve times a day.
And act all jaded, make jokes about "VD". Fake like I'm faking heartache and swoon over the flowers on other womenfolk's desks.
Eat a steak.
Plus paint my nails theme colors, and go to the shooting range.
What I'm saying I guess is that this year I didn't just have a Valentine's Day. I had a Valentine's Extravaganza.
Darling. A fake holiday is better than no holiday at all.
and this... is why I love you =)
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