The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Wait, is today Valentine’s Day or something?

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Yeah, so, I’m not really a Valentine’s Day person.

I don’t hate it. I’m not going to crap all over this holiday that celebrates love. I save my holiday disdain for the Fourth of July, because I hate America. I’m not just not super into it. A small acknowledgment of the day is enough for me.

When I was in college I wrote plenty of columns about how much I hated Valentine’s Day. It was mainly just me ranting and raving in an attempt to justify to myself that it was OK that I was going out with assy guys who wouldn’t show me affection even on the one day a year designated for it.

Now, I’m with mighty, mighty good man David, and when Valentine’s Day comes along I’m perfectly content to snuggle up on the couch and watch TV. I don’t need flowers or restaurants or candy. Those things are nice, but I just like my man, my dog and my couch. I swear, I’m not just saying that.

Random story: Two years ago, forgetting that it was Valentine’s Day, David and I went to a Thai restaurant in my old hood on Ashbury. Sitting next to us was a really awkward Valentine’s Day date. This poor woman was having dinner with the biggest baby on the planet. Their entire evening was ruined because there were mushrooms in his noodle dish. “I hate mushrooms. I told the waitress I didn’t want mushrooms. No I won’t just pick them out.” He went on and on, and when he wasn’t bitching they ate in complete silence. You could feel their shitty relationship in the air. Oh man, it was sad … but awesome to watch.

This year, David and I spent Valentine’s Day at Kaiser. Jealous? It’s tough to get a reservation there sometimes, but luckily they squeezed us in. I woke up this morning feeling pretty icky, but David woke up with a horrible sinus infection that made his whole face and head hurt. Poor guy. We both worked from home today. Me feeling crappy on the couch, David feeling crappy at his desk. Later in the afternoon, we drove to Kaiser.

On the way home from Kaiser, we stopped at Togo’s for sandwiches, because – like I said – I’m not feeling so hot, and a nice, plain egg salad sandwich sounded doable. So, we had Togo’s for dinner, followed by creme brulee that David made.

Oh yeah, David’s birthday was Saturday, and in a stroke of pure genius I bought him a French cookbook, a creme brulee torch and creme brulee dishes. Now David is obsessed with cooking. Birthday Gift Win!

The minute David started using the creme brulee torch Homer ran and got in his crate. Chicken!

So tonight, we sat on our couch with a drooling Homer in between us, and we ate our creme brulee while watching a new episode of “The Simpsons” that I had recorded on the DVR.

Yeah, my man gave me homemade creme brulee for Valentine’s Day. Nothing wrong with that. Now, David is playing “Mass Effect 2,” and I’m sitting next to him, blogging. And I’m  happy.

And people say romance is dead.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

One thought on “Wait, is today Valentine’s Day or something?

  1. Yay for all of this. We sat on our asses and watched an NFL film on the history of the Chicago Bears and drank beer.

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