…or turn the blog black like last year.
nah, didn’t feel like putting forth the effort.
though i did wear black. and tried to treat it like just another day, but still felt like i had a sign on me that said “i’m single, take pity on me.” Didn’t help that Chelsea Market was decked out in red and white balloons and had a dressed-up Elvis and cupid giving out red carnations, I kid you not.
At least I saw less couples that need to get a room this year.
And the only advantage to valendoomsday-the gym is empty. Meaning I can get a treadmill without having to wait…for the first time in…when?
But doesn’t mean that I’m not glad that today is February 15th. Believe me, I’m glad!!
And I’m looking forward to reading the “Black Thursday” reports on Eater. (aka v-day horror stories due to eating out in ridiculously crowded and expensive restaurants.) teehee.