“We could eat French food or hit a greasy diner…

He can guzzle beer somethin' finerYou give me any grief he'll give you a shiner” ~ The Rugburns, My Boyfriend



I enjoy fine dining and look forward to those times when Limey and I will eat at a nice restaurant, but last night could not have been more perfect for what was dealt. It was low key and relaxed, tasty, fun, and sweet.

BBQ at a mostly empty establishment is a far cry from the typical Valentine’s Day fiasco. There have been times when I’ve made reservations months in advance and been disappointed with the special menu or the noisy room requiring any sweet nothing to be screamed into the other’s ear. This was not the case. Sure it was BBQ and we could get that at any point in time- but we can also eat that fancy dinner without the hearing loss and boisterous crowd full of 20-year-old fraternity/sorority couples dry humping at the low-lit tables.

We exchanged gifts- or at least what was available at the time! Limey got his long-awaited Christmas beanie just in time for a cold spell, and a card about watching baseball naked… and a TBA other gift that has not arrived as of yet. He made- yes, MADE the most perfect card that totally makes me break into smile when I think about it… and a TBA something or other that isn’t finished yet. How f-ing fitting is it that we are both late with gifts?

No pressure, just thoughtfulness and being together. This is what the day should be about.

Now onto Steak and a BJ Day- March 14th!

"All you need is Love...

love, love. Love is all you need." ~ The Beatles, All You Need is Love


So it's that time of year again... Valantimes, er, rather Valentine's. It sort of annoys me when people call it Valentimes, though, they could possibly be valant times... but most likely, not.

Not unlike its pimplier and bitchier sister, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day wavers on the edge of the Vortex of Disapointment.

You know what I mean... Limey and his siblings, and our friends all know what it means. It means that ultimately, these "holidays" are not really holidays unless you have a fucking blast. And since people build them up so much, it's hard to really say when this blast comes into existance.

Limey and I had a blast on New Year's Eve but it was a close call with loads of teetering from side to side in 4" heels. Hell, I even fell flat on my drunken face on the street as we dashed through the cold, windy night. But we narrowly escaped that icky Vortex of Disappointment.

So back to Valentine's Day... I've spent many a Valentine's Day being my own Valentine and a few with another to embrace and makeout with but even with someone to loop arms with, this holiday can really suck it. From the elbow to elbow, noisy "romantic" dinners that you must reserve practically 3 months in advance, to the special menus that usually don't reach even the shadow of the normal menu, to the myriad of candy that adds to the reasons I must get back on my bike, to the sad selection of sappy cards. And why can't they have more humorous cards? Is my humor really too snarky for a holiday that shares initials with STD's?

Take today: I'm so looking forward to spending time with Limey, as I would on any other given weeknight... but I've been fighting off some nasties in the form of a sore throat for a few days. As if I want to share this?? NO!

Oh Vortex of Disappointment, why do you taunt and vex?

So, everyone, I really hope that you can do better than me and at least enjoy your Wednesday night as Wednesdays are my favorite day of the week. Forget about this lame-o title and stare this holiday in the face and tell it just what you want out of it- even if it is commercialism in fushia and cerise- and go get it!

Happy Valentine's Day!