Valentine's Eve and a small rant.

So it's Valentine's Eve. The day before the world erupts into red roses, champagne, and chocolates. I myself don't understand why we as a country limit this to just one day a year. Alas, we do. 

I'm a *nearly* 29 year old married woman, so I am rational when it comes to Valentine's Day. It is simply not worth the money to shower a person in flowers, chocolates, and ridiculously expensive dinners that double in price because it just happens to be the 14th of February. I consider myself to be fairly cool and that's why in the past I've suggested my hubby and I go get some wings from BW3s and play trivia. My only real request has always been a rom-com. I'm a sucker for the cinematic equivalent of cotton candy. This doesn't mean that I don't secretly hope for a Valentine's day where I'm *embarrassed* (not really) by a lavish display of flowers at work and then a fancy dinner with jewelry brought to me on a platter along with my tiramisu (which has magically had the calories and fat removed from it). But yeah, I'm not a princess or high maintenance, so I'm good with just keeping it low-key. I know my husband loves me, I don't need ridiculous trinkets or expensive dinners to remind me. 

This year we're going to one of our favorite restaurants, Finelli's. That's where we had dinner the night he proposed, so it's special to us. Not to mention it's delicious! We're not going there until this weekend though, because when I called for reservations they only had 5:00 and 9:00 available. I'm not leaving work early and 9:00 is practically my bedtime these days. We are going to see This Means War on the Big Day itself. If only it was a different lady than Reese, it'd be just about perfect (btw, got plans with the sister to see The Vow this weekend- the hubby flat refuses to see that). 

Which since I'm discussing V-Day, let's discuss one of the main symbols of the day: red roses. People have been chittering and chatting about the roses all day today and I have been upsetting some with my vocal opinion on the matter.I hate red roses. With a fiery burning passion. You want to see me seethe in fury? Give me a single long stemmed red rose. The reasoning behind this fury? An ex douche bag, he'd give me a single long stemmed red rose from time to time and I would always hang them upside down to dry on my wall. I always used the same nail to hang time, so the collection grew and grew. When we blessedly broke up I discovered he gave them to me whenever he cheated on me, because he liked to see the amount grow on the wall. He was charming. Even if none of that had ever happened, I think I'm unique enough to deserve something a little more unusual in the floral department than a generic red rose. 

And then this happened last night at the BAFTA's:

The Best Thing Ever

Colin Firth IS Prince Charming. I knew it.