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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Jenny gets her romance on.

Ahhh Valentine's Day (yes I know it was over a week ago). The birds were flitting through the air. The bees were buzzing merrily along. The brutally cold wind was darting in and out of buildings. And what's more, Jenny had a date. For the first time in many years, I had a date on Valentine's Day and it wasn't with a box of chocolates and it wasn't with Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal and it wasn't with my parents. No. This year I had a date with my beau, Jascha. You couldn't really ask a for better date on Valentine's Day. I have been pretty bitter about V-day in the past, but this year it was all hearts and cupids for me. We spent the evening at Shaw's Crab House. I even put on a dress and took off my glasses for the occasion. Actually, we made quite the handsome couple if I may say so myself. Both of us decked out in red and black. Jascha was dressed to the nine's in his black suit and shirt and red tie. If I felt a little foolish playing dress up, that was dispelled when we were seated next to a couple in their late teens. At least we got to order wine. Ha. It was a terribly romantic evening with valet parking and high heels and chocolate covered strawberries. However, none of that was even necessary because in the end, Valentine's Day is made by the company you keep, and I had some pretty terrific company on Feb. 14th.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant," huh? Is that supposed to be referencing your Valentine's Day evening? That's dirty, Jenny.

6:41 PM

 
Blogger Me said...

I would just like to state for the record, water sports ain't my thing. So whoever found the need to be pervy and defame my character with the previous comment, get your mind out of the gutter. I will not tolerate your filth and pervery. It is a good thing you posted anon, though I have a good idea who you are perv.

8:21 AM

 

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