
Alone for Valentine's Day? Well, it could always be worse, as these seven guys found out in 1929. Rule of thumb: don't mess with Al Capone.
Call me a sentimental softie if you want, but for me, being alone for Valentine's Day does carry with it a small pang of melancholy. Nonetheless, I suppose it is preferable to being with the wrong person, no? Anyway, I've just been hanging out with friends so that I don't end up locking myself away in my room selling digital products all weekend.
Yesterday I met Mark for lunch at Hama and Eric and Jayme for dinner at Coerper's. Eric showed me his nearly fully painted Dark Elf army, which I sold him pieces of. It was quite impressive. I'm glad someone got it who will use it.
I popped over to Victor's to try to meet up with AP, who supposed to be there with Bill, Chris, and some random girls. I walked into the place and several pairs of forty-something female eyes hit me as they power-puffed their Marlboro Reds. Shaken, I hastened my way through the place in search of the guys, to no avail. In my rush I had apparently missed them, as they were tucked away in some side table, perhaps a shelter in the storm of hungry divorcees.
Late night I headed to Shipman's house as Sean was in town. I brought with me a hot box of Krispy Kreme Donuts, which were a big hit. We played a bit of multiplayer 5-Color Magic (Ship won) riding to victory on the insanely powerful Book of Rass. Then we watched part of Kung Pow, which I found funny in parts and tragically horrible in others. None of us could stay awake for the whole thing, so I headed home.
I have to go finish the rest of my haircut this afternoon, since my new hair lady left it a bit too long. She said to try it out for a few days and stop back if it doesn't work. Well, it doesn't work.
Snoop has organized a group of singletons to have a "Valentineless" dinner, so we're all going to the Palms tonight. That should be good times.
Until then, I think I'm gonna paw through some Poe and Hawthorne, and take a scalding hot bath. It's hard to feel anything but happy after a nice hot bath, right?