Since Jaclyn had to work the evening of Valentine’s Day, the happy and moderately stressed couple celebrated the holiday last week.
Jaclyn purchased a couple’s massage at Z Salon and Fred lusted after Jaclyn’t massage therapist. (Fred here: I only did what every other man would have done. Please read Rick Reilly’s latest column for precedent.)
Fred bought Jaclyn a Snapfish photobook of their trip to Vegas, finally proving Jaclyn wrong on her conviction that he was never going to do it.
Valentine’s Day was o much more exciting in elementary school where you bought those little themed cards, decorated a shoebox like a mailbox, and opened all the valentines trying to analyze the ones you got from the person you had a crush on – ”what does this mean? Does s/he like me?” Somehow the blatant commercialism as an adult brings more cynicism than romance. (Fred here: All I have to say is a couple years ago, I was given orders to go to Iraq on Valentine’s Day.)
But their is one advantage to all the commercialism – the day after Valenine’s Day all the specialty candy at Godiva goes 50% off. That is a happy holiday!
