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Our (Weird) Valentine’s Day

So as I implied in my comments to Lance’s blog regarding how he blew his Valentine’s Day opportunity, the BF and I made our plans together.  Last year we went to his favorite sushi restaurant near our house, so this year it was up to me to pick the place.  I chose Canal because I had gone there for a networking event for my sorority alum club.  I remember getting really excited about the menu but all the ladies only ordered one glass of wine apiece and there were enough of them that I thought it would be awkward to order food.  I’d been thinking of the place ever since, so I went ahead and made our reservations.  The BF and I set a price limit on Valentine’s Day gifts ($30 apiece) and we were set. Continued

Honey, Wingwoman

So I was put in the somewhat strange position of acting as a wingwoman for a friend while out on a date with the BF.  As I think I mentioned, I won $440 at the casino and had decided to use some of the money on a Roku (which works exactly as advertised and we absolutely love it), some on my hair (which looks fabulous–the cut was just a trim but the color is probably the best I’ve ever had it done), and some to take the BF out to dinner at Stingray Sushi in Scottsdale.  This was since he a) loves sushi, b) just spoiled me for my own birthday not long ago, and c) he bought a new Blackberry for work and it’s left him a little strapped.

Dinner at Stingray is excellent, and then on the way back to the car we’re debating the various merits of staying out for a few drinks since we’re in a nicer area of town and we don’t go out nearly as often as we used to (not because of lame-couple-itis, but because of having-a-job-and-getting-old-itis).

(Photo Credit dosgringosaz.com)

We end up at Dos Gringos, partly because it is a fun bar but largely because our car is parked right in front of it, and decide to text some friends and see if they want to come out.  We employ the last-minute text quite a bit because a) you look like you have an awesome social life and those at home feel lame, b) hardly anyone ever comes because they are all getting old and have jobs too, so you don’t have to be as “on” as you think you will, and c) you get friendship bonus points for thinking of them. Continued