Not far into the workday yesterday morning, I told Diana that I wanted to be kept up-to-date on the flower situation. That’s one of the fun things about being the receptionist- you get to sign for and see all the florist deliveries before the recipient does. Since I was going to be missing that this year, I decided to ask Diana to keep track of who was getting gifts today. What can I say, I’m nosey. But the thing was, not one delivery of that sort arrived at our office through the entirety of Valentine’s Day. We were amazed, but decided that people were eschewing flowers for something less traditional . . . or something like that.
But when Sharif came by yesterday evening, the first thing he said was “Did you get the flowers?”
Sad.
Aside from that one mishap, though, it was a lovely evening. We went to the nearby Indian place that we like so much, and even though it was more crowded than we’d ever seen it and we didn’t call ahead, we still only had to wait a few minutes for a table. There were heart balloons at every table. We took a bottle of wine with us. I gave the boy a cookbook and a (different) bottle of wine and a candle that smells of pineapple and cilantro. He gave me travel guidebooks- one for the general US, one about National Parks.
This was my first February 14th that I have ever been able to spend in the way that one is supposed to. And I know that it’s a manufactured “holiday”. But dammit, I have a wonderful boyfriend that I love very much and who makes me very happy, and I’m glad that I got to spend some society-mandated goopy romantic time with him.
