Smooches Hearts & Chocs. With a glass or 2 of Champagne!!!

So the town is all abuzz about the day that shakes a thousand relationships. I never really see what everyone hates about today. But then again, I have never really been coupled up on the day to be vulnerable to it.

As long as I eat one heart-shaped chocolate (Thanks Mom!) I am happy. And ja, sure, fine….sip on at least one flute of tasty champagne (Thanks Me!). Almost as happy as the chick who has just been tossed, turned, twisted & had her legs pretzeled about her head for a good few hours, by a boyfriend/ hubby doing his best to prove his love for her, on the Artificial Day of Love.

I have always loudly declared my love and enjoyment for this day. Past 14ths of Febs haves seen me catching up with uber-wealthy jet-setting Brits in Franschoek over a five course meal, that was layered with wine, and backdropped by gorgeous valleys. Or me tracking down winter turtleneck jerseys to hide the hiccis not given to me by the bouquet-laden guy waiting to be let in my home. Even just sitting in a gay bar, as my best mate waited on snogging couples, me sipping on bubbles & engrossed in conversation for hours with some complete stranger who had been ditched by his boyf. for a work function.

And one of the best yet – I sat up a curvy side alley in Ba’rth’elona with a dodgy Spaniard who preferred only to be known as Cupid Valentino, my hooligan American mate, Black Eye Peas singing about what roses really smell like, and of course…a bottle of ‘cava’.

Good times! Each time.

But perusing blogosphere, and being witness to some stressed irate colleagues’ pacings and mutterings in the impending days, I have finally realised what all the fuss is about…

You actually believe you are meant to spend SERIOUS money on this day. Almost as though the money forked out for today proportionally illustrates the money spent on an old/ possible engagement ring. Or even the actual wedding service once held/ still being considered.

Well of course you’d hate the day if you thought like that!

Rather, I say, follow the advice of a man whose industry means he knows what it takes to make a good woman/ man smile at the end of a night of wining & dining. And just act loving and acrobatic, cheesy and cheap. Well, depending on how cheap you choose to make that bottle of champagne you'll be purchasing at lunchtime.

…don’t forget to chill it, long before you pop it!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

On to completely sidelined news:
My little brother has just emailed to proudly declare that he has joined the “Atheists Are Us!” society at his university. Apparently he is the second member. He has yet to find out what kind of activities, songs & fund-raising events he & Hans the Swede plan to hold for the society’s year.

I think he just eliminated any future arguable loophole he may have had should the pearly gates really be there.

Somehow I think I preferred it when he was a first year, hanging out all day in bars in search of some good political conversations.