A Week of Fridays and a Valentine’s Day Postmortem
February 17th, 2011
For no rational reason, every day this week has felt like a Friday. Perhaps it is the fickle Dallas weather where one week we are coated in 2 inches of ice, and the next week I am wandering around in my flip-flops while my toes enjoy beautifully sunny air. We have had gorgeous weather this week, and the downside of having every day “feel” like a Friday is that it’s totally not. Instead, it’s a rather drab Tuesday or mid-week-gasp-for-air Wednesday. Yup. Exactly.
So to combat analyzing why I really felt like it was Friday all week (with the ensuing disappointment when it was not), I will recount a most excellent Valentine’s Day. This year runs a close second to my all-time favorite Valentine’s Day—wherein I, a simple eighth-grader, came home from school, ate Valentine’s Day candy, and beat the original Super Mario Brothers Nintendo. I totally saved that freaking Princess.
This year, I hung out with two friends as we went in search of an adventure. We ate barbecue at Red, Hot, and Blue, which has the BEST potato salad that I have ever eaten. Ever. Then we went to the dead city of Las Colinas (so nicknamed by my coworkers), where there are larger-than-life statues of mustangs running through a fountain. The moon was almost full, the breeze was warm, and my friends and I laughed as we whirled around the plaza. Yup, I was channeling my inner teenager (without the angst to damn the man, and although tempted, I did not climb on the mustangs). Though we probably interrupted the romantic evening of several spoony couples, I did not mind the fact that I was single on Valentine’s Day. I really didn’t. And that was nice. And I just love the term “Post-Mortem” connected with Valentine’s Day. It’s kind of fabulous, so shout out to Kristen for using the phrase and me stealing it.