Sassy Black Friend

Just another Saturday

In my house Valentine’s Day is about as important as Arbor Day. Well, it would be if it was possible to leave my apartment, turn on the television or visit a website without having to hear about it. Basically, I don’t care. For those who enjoy soft candle light, over-priced menus and crappy candy, good for you, enjoy the holiday. Personally, financially, practically, emotionally, politically, all other “lly” wise, no thank you.

Now, I do love a celebration. And considering the fact that I’m going to be 30 in a month, I’m just realizing there needs to be a lot of planning, ASAP. What’s a fun thing to do for a big birthday? I can’t think of anything that doesn’t involve a bar… not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Update: It was brought to my attention that this post seems like I hate romance. I do not. I just don’t think there’s anything particularly romantic about obligatory things like chocolates and flowers on Valentine’s Day. Romance to me is doing something personal and meaningful because you want to, not because it says to on a calendar.