Happy VD!
Can it really be EIGHT YEARS since Pamie started her annual Valentine’s Day poem ritual? We nerds sure are getting old. Anyway, here’s the crop for 2006. My favourite:
Take me home, Valentine.
I need to push myself into you, crawl into your skin, and be as close to one as we can be. I want to pile up on top of each other like premature hamster babies, furless and albino, mashed into the corner of our plastic cage, covered in afterbirth and cedar shavings, blind and trembling, hoping we aren’t eaten by our mother before dawn.
Valentine, did you just puke on me?
I really wanted to go to my favourite new restaurant, Giraffe, and eat a farmer’s market veggie burrito on this day of love, but I did the Giraffe thing two nights in a row last week, which is bordering more on obsession than love. Last night we went to the Cheyne Walk Brasserie, recommended enthusiastically by Adriana, which was beautiful and more like a private members’ club than a brasserie, though with somewhat sluggish service. (We had the Globalization Institute’s Alex Singleton with us, but it was still pretty ooh la la.)
Instead, I think we’ll celebrate the anniversary of our engagement (and yes, Antoine cringes at the shame of having done something so clichéd as propose on Valentine’s Day, but it wasn’t exactly planned out like that) by staying at home and getting a good night’s sleep. He’s on a 6.10 AM train to Brussels in the morning, and I just love sleep more than I love going out and spending ridiculous amounts of money on cheesy, faux-’aphrodesiac’ menus in crammed restaurants with lots of people who feel forced to prove their love, right on schedule, with a dip into nonsensical expenditure.
But don’t let that stop YOU from enjoying your Valentine’s Day!
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