cheap mexican and a buck-fifty movie. it's cheap and awesome, and it was also our first date. (except that time, we also printed out some academic papers at the NCSU library--w00t!) we don't generally do a lot of gifting or anything, and that's rationally very ok with me. of course, it's also hard not to get sucked into the whole valentine's day manufactured expectations thing. and reall--who doesn't want flowers and chocolates and all that shit? i ALWAYS want that stuff. and jewelry. and shoes. but i digress... anyway, over dinner last night, the hippie asks me if our friends jenn and harry are doing anything special, and i go one to extol harry's virtues for getting jenn a spa package and for being smart enough to come to me and get advice on where to go and what to get for her. and the hippie--he looks and me very seriously and he says, "that bastard." and i am all--why is harry a bastard?--i think it's great! the hippie goes on to explain that it's a guy faux pas, that harry should have told him what he was doing so that he (the hippie) would not look bad, and that if he had known, he would have gotten me something similar so that jenn and i could go together. and i think this is funny, so i say to him, "where's MY spa package, bitch!?" which he thinks is hilarious. but of course the whole time, the joke's on me. post movie (just friends, by the way, with ryan reynolds, is totally HILARIOUS), we get home, and just as i am about to fall asleep, he hands me my spa package. he rocks.