There is one problem with that: I had to find a place close to my wife's workplace, because she was meeting me after she got off work. When she does work Saturdays, she works a 10 hour shift. She is a pharmacist, and has to close the pharmacy to take lunch because of a law dictating that the pharmacy can't be open without a pharmacist there, and because a break is mandated, also. This means she takes a "lunch" at 1:45 (cause assholes ALWAYS come up at 1:30 demanding to be waited on or they'll complain) until about 2:10, never gets a full half our, and rarely has time to eat much of anything, so she is always starving when she gets off work. I go up at about 6:30 to some place close to where she works, and wait for a table (and drink and bullshit on my iPhone) so by the time she gets off, either I've already got a table or we are about too. Point being, there aren't any decent, smaller restaurants near her workplace. There used to be a small hole-in-the-wall Mexican place that was awesome, until the secret got out, and now the waits there are never less than an hour, even on week days. Other than that, it is literally ALL chain restaurants (Olive Garden, TGIFridays, Chili's, Texas Roadhouse, Applebee's, Red Lobster, Joe's Crab Shack, etc) and at least 65% of the people who are there are families waiting for tables of 5 or 6. When we're just going out by ourselves, we either stay in town (the restaurants in our small town are good and never have any wait times) or go to a nicer place that will take reservations. In summation: Fuck Northwest Indiana. This is the fucking armpit of America, and I really, REALLY want to move. To bad our families are here.
When you consider that Valentine's Day is basically a marketing ploy by Hallmark to sell cards, it loses it's luster.
I thought it was made up by those companies that make the heart shaped boxed full of cheap chocolates that taste like ear wax.
Try explaining that to a chick. It doesn't go over well. Like the time I gave a girl potatoes instead of flowers. I explained that flowers didn't last long and were only useful for their looks. Was our relationship that transitory and superficial? She reminded me that she preferred flowers. I gave her "flours" (two bags of flour). She was slightly more amused by that one but I had to promise to make cookies with that flour.
'snowflake day is just another holiday made up by greeting card companies like valentine's day and Easter.' Ive been away for the last two valentines day skiing. The one before that I spent the evening at the gym and then proceeded to go across the street to her dorm room and because this was still in the 'fun' phase of the relationship I proceeded to double my workout time. Fuh. Anyone know a way to get that back?
Not to get all sappy about it, but think about this. When you are with your significant other, these superficial holidays are meaningless. At least, I think they are. Then when you're apart, times like these are salt in the wound, so to speak. I guess what I'm trying to say is, fuck V Day.
I think the superficial holidays are important when you're in a long term relationship. After a while you begin to take one another for granted. These holidays give you an excuse to show your appreciation for one another. Ideally you wouldn't need a meaningless date on a calendar to remind you but we're all human and we let things slip. I mean, uh, these holidays are totally for pussies.
Weirdest hangover today. I felt fine all morning and early afternoon, then got hit so hard around 3 p.m. I couldn't do anything but sit on the couch in a fetal position. Guess I was still drunk all day. Really glad I get to go to bed at 10 p.m., gotta be up before dawn. Climbing a mountain in 45 mph winds is a good idea, right?
After a very frustrating day, I'm finally done with the bare bones of setting up my new site. Joomla 1.5 manually uploaded and installed, same deal with Cloudbase template. Now all I need is some fucking content. And a scotch. Scotch first. And second.
Thanks to this thread I've been watching That 70's Show on netflix. In the first season, Fez was kinda creepy. She should have never gone blond.
See, that's just it for me: Most married guys go, "Oh, I'm gonna get laid, it's (my birthday/Christmas/New Year's/Valentine's Day)!" Me, I get sex all the time. My wife is always up for it. So to me, it's just another day. Being a husband is 365 days a year. Being Daddy is 365 days a year. Sex? Also 365 days a year. I don't need no fuckin' Valentine's Day. You know what my wife calls breakfast in bed? "Sunday". I don't wait for special occasions to do stuff like that.
A poem: From the muezzin on he night I first lay with my girl, The call to prayer broke night into dawn. Aagh, foolish wretch! What time is this To remind a man of god?