On Recognizing Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2013 at 4:26 pm | Posted in Friends Then and Now, Relationship Woes | Leave a comment
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It seems that the world is full of lovers on Valentine’s Day.  Everywhere you go you see men carrying flowers home to loved ones, lines out the door at cupcake shops and photos of gifts from significant others on Facebook and Instagram.  Added to the mix are those who hate Valentine’s Day for various reasons. No matter what your position is, unless you hide from society for the day, you will be confronted with it in some way on February 14.

Many will argue that it is a Hallmark holiday designed as a cash cow, and in many ways it is treated as such.   And many single folks will talk about how much they hate this fake holiday.  But truth be told, there is a long history to this holiday much like other major holidays we celebrate. I think the most interesting is the legend of St. Valentine, who was martyred for performing clandestine weddings for soldiers forbidden to wed.  Accordingly February 14th has been celebrated as a time to express romantic love since the 15th century.  So the history of this “fake” holiday runs just as deep as many holidays we observe as a nation.

As with any holiday, it is open to interpretation and observance can certainly vary, and perhaps if I was single, I’d think differently, but I feel like Valentine’s Day is a chance to tell the people who matter most to you how you really feel. So often we go through the day to day without expressing our admiration for each other, it is nice to have a day to recognize it. For me, it’s not about the fancy dinners.  It’s about knowing that tonight I will be with the ones I love the most — my husband and my dog.

To all of my friends and family, I love you everyday, and I’m sorry if I haven’t said it enough.  But today, I will say it loud and clear.  It is because you care about me, make me laugh, hold me when I’m sad, hug me when I’m scared, make me smile when I am clearly pissed, it is because of all these things that I love you today and everyday.

The Eve

November 20, 2012 at 7:33 am | Posted in Life and Living | Leave a comment
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There is one night each year that has somehow become the biggest night to party.  It’s not New Year’s; it’s not the 4th of July; it’s Thanksgiving Eve.  I don’t know how that happened, though I assume it probably has something to do with successful marketing by a coalition of businesses who saw an opportunity to get people to come out midweek with the added bonus that their hangover meal would be the biggest meal they have eaten all year.

So here we are on the eve of the big eve.  I’m getting asked by my friends what we are doing, I’m asking people what they are doing, I’m getting invites to events online.  This has become the norm.  It is expected that, like New Year’s, you will be doing something.  At least, I still expect to do something.  But I have a feeling, when I take a look around this year, that the crowd is going to continue to get younger as I get older.  After all, my earliest memories of Thanksgiving Eve celebrations date back to before I was legally allowed to drink (avid readers of this blog and close friends will recall the infamous Thanksgiving Eve I was brought home by the cops for being in a bar underage).

But I’m still in the stage where I am living life for myself.  As I get older and get more responsibilities, I’m sure this will change.  But I’ve said this before. My husband and I are still out for a good time.  Many newlyweds do start thinking about settling down, and sure it’s on my mind, but I still feel like I can squeeze in a few more good times before my priorities change.

So this year, I still don’t know what I’m doing.  I know what I won’t be doing. I won’t be clubbing the way I used to.  I will dress as appropriately as I can plan to for this night out.  My midsection will not be showing.  I will probably not go to a place that stamps my hand or puts a wristband on me.  I will go somewhere that is easy to get to without driving, making the responsible decision not to rely on one of my friends to be the a designated driver.  I will hopefully go somewhere that has dancing, so that drinking isn’t the main activity, but if not, I’ll go somewhere where I can enjoy a good conversation with my friends.  I will continue to party with my fellow good timers and I am sure that my hangover will likely be worse, even if I’m drinking less than I did when I was younger.  Because that’s what comes with age.  But I’m still going to party for this fake holiday.  It’s a great excuse to have a good time.

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