Rhymes With Blalentine's Blay
in which the author unwittingly celebrates the weirdest holiday of the yearThe Boy and I accidentally had a really romantic Valentine's day weekend. We didn't mean to. But I got a fondue kit on sale at a bookstore (isn't that where everyone gets their fondue kits?). Did you know that chocolate fondue is romantic? Because I didn't.
London Hotel offered me afternoon tea for two (which I highly recommend, by the way).
Then, suddenly, it was that day that rhymes with Blalentine's Blay, when everyone is being pressured to tell people that they love each other because some Saint was bludgeoned to death 600 years ago. A holiday that I think is weird and morbid and that I only put up with because it involves champagne and cupcakes.
And I celebrated the living hell out of it. I even had ribbons on my shoes. Weird. And delicious.
*let's be honest, I love it much more than the next girl