There was a meme floating around on the twitters that said something to the effect of “let’s go on several dates over the next few days so that it’s not so awkward when we go out on Valentine’s Day”.
Now this is one of the things that I see from time to time that makes me so freakin’ glad that I’m looking forward to celebrating my 21st in October (holy cow!!! The marriage will be old enough to drink!). I once heard someone say something to the effect of “marriage is like running a small non-profit” and that’s one of those jokes that you laugh at for a second before knitting your brow and saying “yeah, that’s pretty accurate”.
Being married, day-to-day, isn’t *THAT* interesting (I mean, blogpost-level kinda interesting). There are dishes to do. There are clothes to wash. There are trash baskets to empty. Sure, there are occasional animalistic-level dates that happen at strange hours of the day (as in any office) but most of the back-and-forth is between people passionate about a common goal rather than people passionate about each other.
Which presents fairly closely to boring people talking about boring subjects.
“The phone bill is paid and the energy pill is paid.”
“Awesome. Thank you.”
“I’m flying out to visit my friend in (coastal city) come (upcoming holiday).”
“Do I have to do anything?”
And we’re back to the regular routine of the week until someone has to drive someone else to the airport.
But Valentine’s Day is one of the days where it’s expected that people Make An Effort. And not just Make An Effort but Do Something that makes every single one of their single friends feel jealous for a couple of days instead of feeling something involving different trade-offs.
As such, I’ve got a week to worry about that sort of thing.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Date Night in DC” by Derek Key. Used under a creative commons license.)