Sure, probably not the type of post you'd expect to see on a wedding blog, but I felt this is the best way to share my true feelings with all of you who we love so much.
First let's go back in time to find out why i'm not such a fan:
1. I still haven't gotten over my "pig" valentine. That's right...my first boyfriend in high school only gave me gifts related to pigs...Pig stuffed animals, pig cards, pig candies...cute if you like pigs i suppose, but i never said anything about liking them. I remember my sister pointing out how weird it was one day and at the time and I, (thinking i was madly in love and how dare she question him) was so offended...then a month later when our everlasting love fizzled (aka he dumped me) I thought to myself...who gives a girl pig gifts!? What was he trying to say?
2. Cinnamon hearts-they remind me of the taste of fireball ever since my 1st year university (homecoming weekend to be exact) and I haven't been able to stomach them ever since.
3. The pressure of planning an epic night and impending disappointment. (aka it's New Years Eve's little cousin) Every February the marketing world barfs pink and red all over everything and tells you if you don't have a romantic night of pure relationship bliss, there must be something wrong you both...But how are you supposed to have a nice romantic date night when everyone else is scrambling out to do the exact same thing, breathing cinnamon heart down your neck?
4. Working in a flower shop all through high school and university. You have no idea how many cards i've had to fill out because a dude 'couldn't think of what to say' or how many of them come in at 5:55 when you close at 6. You have all year to plan for this man! Get on it!
SO to avoid all of this valentines related drama, Gary and I did our own Valentines day thing this year.
And by avoiding, I mean we both forgot about it and were so stressed out from a crazy busy work week, that we bombed the idea of celebrating before it was even a notion....
Here's how it went down:
I got back from yet another tragic Air Canada travel experience on my way home from a work trip to Ottawa (don't worry i'll spare you all the details, but let's just say it reconfirmed what I already knew oh-so-well), and gave Gary his present (a blue sweater replica of his favourite that disappeared in to the abyss a few months back.) As I handed it to him a light-bulb went off in my head and I exclaimed "hey! Happy valentines day"...then i looked blankly at him crossing my fingers behind my back in hopes that he wouldn't realize that it actually had no connection with valentines day at all and was merely a well-timed present buying coincidence. His reply: "oh thanks...ahh i'm so sorry I didn't get you anything yet." Ohhhh SNAP I got away with it! My reply: "Oh it's ok, i honestly don't care about that stuff anyway-seriously...." Moment of truth....Gary now thinks to himself "oh god is this one of those girl traps...does she actually care?? Do i go get her something? Do i have anything in the house i can re-fashion into a present in the next 5 min???" Solution: he just goes on with his day and forgets about it. Nice moves Gary...nice moves.
The day proceeds to go by normally with us working like mad, Bill Murray getting into trouble (more socks have vanished but will probably turn up in the backyard 'bathroom' soon) but at about 8pm we decided to shut it down... We've been so crazy busy between me travelling for work and evening and weekend shoots that although we've been in the same room, we hadn't actually spent quality time together in a really long time. It's funny how busy you can let life get if you're stuck in a home with two perfectionists and a newfoundlander.
So we turned off our computers, our iPhones, and our iPad (gross, i know) and committed to spending the night just hanging out...and i can't remember the last time we did that.
We cooked steaks on the BBQ, ate all the chocolates my parents and Grandparents gave us (3 boxes total and the one thing I do really love about Valentines day), and cursed all the northern light photos that were appearing all over Facebook. (They're beautiful and everything, but we're both jaded by "yukon cliches"and are probably the only two photographers in the whole territory not out shooting them that night-which when written down makes me thinks we're just turning into the two old men off the muppets who just complain about everything...maybe we need a vacation...) ANYWAYS, we then topped it off by playing a game of scrabble over 2 bottles of wine...2 crazy kids eh?
So you might be thinking to yourselves: "well that actually sounds really nice (except for the you two being grumpy bastards part)...what's she complaining about? Why is Valentines day bunk after all? Wouldn't that change her mind?"
But alas...although Valentines day turned out to be pretty darn fine, I still had to wake up at 7am the next day to go to work...and if you scroll back up to that whole "2 bottles of wine" line, you'll realize why I still, stand by my original position...Valentine's day is bunk.
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| Us at a recent fundraiser...and yes, that is a leisure suit Gary is wearing... |
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