the hippie and i have a valentine's day tradition: 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.
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LOLing over El Rodeo Mexican Restaurant and the buck fifty movie and I must say,
your Hippie does indeed rock.
Sneaky hippie
Hippie needs to compose and mass-mail all our guys with incredible sneaky brownie-point earners so all the girls can benefit. :0)
i'm a little bit late in reading this, but hippie definitely rocks - while i think my husband is the sweetest person in the world, he has just never gotten the hang of that - he told me when we were first dating that he's not good at doing flowers. one might think if there is something that one knows one is not particularly good at, one could make a bigger effort to improve in that area, no? for example, i'm bad at cooking - so, i try a little harder to become somewhat better at it, to at least cook up an edible meal. so, logically, it seems that while hubby may not do roses for no occasion, maybe start off easy with some grocery store flowers for a special day . . .no? it just seems so sensible to me, but after 3 years as a couple, not something that's dawning on him. :>} so, it's no surprise (though i still secretly hope) that this V-day didn't involve a card, candy, flowers or gifts. to be exact, he was traveling (which he can't help or control) and i ended up going to the gym and cleaning my apartment to "celebrate all the love in the world!" so, not only does hippie rock, i'm in the process of erecting a statue in his honor!! hubby did wish me a happy valentines day which was sweet, but that's about it in our romance department - well, it's only been 3 years together - i guess we have another 50+ for me to hope it sinks in (i could coach him in the romance department, but doesn't that just take all the fun out of it!!?!) kimmie
heh--i WISH i was somewhere tropical!!! or anywhere that i could just knit and not worry about my daily life, actually. *sigh*
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