Valentine's Day

Hooray for actually being able to spend Valentine's Day with a guy instead of a bottle of wine. (Or actually, being able to spend it with a guy AND a bottle of wine, BONUS). It was so much more enjoyable. I made dinner... and Fernando was sweet and brought me chocolate and the wine.

This was a really great Valentine's Day.. but that doesn't really make a good story to read, now does it. I can't remember a Vday better than this one. It could be because I have a bad memory, but I doubt it. So, to make the story more interesting to read, I am going to tell you about the worst Valentines Day I ever had. February of 1997. I was living in Asheville, North Carolina.

I got a phone call from my significant other earlier in the day saying that he wanted to take me to dinner. He was a recruiter for the Marine Corps at the time. He said he would be off work around 5 and would come home and pick me up for dinner. At 5pm I get another call, the recruiters were going to go out for a drink after work and his Gunny Sgt was insistent that he go, so could we plan on 7pm instead. Sure, I say. I am pretty easy going so it wasn't really a problem. At 7:30 he's was still not home. This pre-dated common cell phone usage, so neither of us had one. I had no idea where he was. At 8:30, still not home. 9:30 I'm torn between being pissed off and worrying about whether something has happened and if I should be calling hospitals. Eventually, I go up to bed. About 1am he shows up completely ripped. I go downstairs, because now the mad has taken over the worry, and am prepared to give him a piece of my mind but then realize it will do no good. He proceeds to lay down on the tile in the bathroom and gets sick. I leave him in the mess and go back up to bed.

The next day, he's made at me for leaving him and not cleaning up, and I am not speaking to him. About 7pm at work (I was a bartender), a big balloon and flower arrangement arrives. I chuck it. I mean, c'mon, seriously, too late. Funny how we can vividly remember the bad one's.