Who gives a fuck about V-day anyway?

[OhMissScarlett]

Good things, surprises. Go Mr. Scarlett and SO Shanglan!

Sssh, you'll wake him.
The best present I got today was from my son who made me a lovely valentine out of red playdoh.

 

[SeaCat]

Today was an interesting Valentines Day.

Got a new between seats console for the van from the wife. (A nice one that will hopefully last long enough for me to make one.) I got her a new chain to replace one which was brokwen by a patient. The new one is a little different from the old one. This one is made from braided wires of Gold, Silver, and Bronze. It took me about three months to braid the sucker but it was worth it. (It started out as 254 individual wires.)

Then my wife decided she didn't feel like watching me cook tonight, so she took me out to dinner at a place called Rachels, we had never been there before and usually couldn't afford it but she got some kind of discount from another patient. Let me add that Rachels is an adult oriented Steak House. The steak was great but the atmosphere made it a little difficult to concentrate on eating.

Cat

 

[elsol]

Well... I've always been confused by the V-day things since personally I think it's one of the easiest holidays to slide by with little effort, even your fuckups can make you come up smelling like roses.

For instance... today's V-day Fuck-up by Yours-Truly which ended up actually making me look better than I was trying to look.

So... Ze Girl loves The Phantom of the Opera, and I mean six different instances of crying during the movie.

I figure, okay, there's a nice V-day gift, tickets to Phantom.

Then, of course, I was thinking... THE BEST tickets is the only way to go especially because the one time she saw was a fucking tragedy because of her ex.

What do I think THE BEST are?

The box tickets up top and to the right of the stage... like in all the movies. (This is the part where everyone that thinks they know says 'that's for the opera, and the people who are a part of the DIABOLICAL misinformation in movies conspiracy snicker!)

I try to get 'box tickets' online thinking, I'd like to go in July on my birthday to add a little ooomph to the day so that will make it seem a little bit more meaningful too. But I can't get box tickets on line... I call up ticketmaster and ask so "How do I get box tickets?"

The rude fucker on the phone says "You can only get those at the box office!" in a rather snide tone of voice. (I didn't know why it was snide.)

I work overnights so to get these tickets ON Valentine's day, I have to work a ten hour shift and then head into the city about an hour and half away by train and then walk 11 blocks.

Of course, I go the wrong way adding 10 blocks to my little adventure.

I finally get to the freaking theatre and surprise, suprise... box seats are actually THE CHEAPEST.

This makes NO FUCKING SENSE to me... but male logic kicks in and I think "Aha... there must be some SPECIAL thing that you have to say to get THE BEST tickets or something." (Yes, ladies, some men will go to impossibly stupid lengths not to let go of something they already know).

I walk up to the window and I say brilliantly... "How far out do I have to go to get the best box tickets?"

He gives me this strange look (Which afterwards I can translate to 'You cheap fucking bastard, it's Valentine's day and you're looking for value... no wonder women..."

He says "Well... let me look."

I say "July XX... at 8pm... I know it's a Saturday cause it's my birthday."

He says "Oh it'll be no problem getting you box seats in the rear for those dates..."

So what to I think "Hold on... THE BEST and THE CHEAPEST and in the rear! This makes no sense."

Do I think... OH NO!!! I have to hold on to what I already, I am after all, male.

I show my innate stupidty by saying...

"No, I mean the SPECIAL seats like in the movies!" (Yes... I actually said this in a theatre box office!)

He gives me another weird look and now I'm getting pissed cause someone is between me and a fuckload of 'fuck-up' points. (Obviously, as you might be able to tell, I need these points).

I finally had enough and say, "Look, the girlfriend LOVES this show and I mean LOVES it... I want to get the best tickets possible... What can you do for me?"

At this point, I'm still thinking there's some secret way to say 'The Box Seats in the front and to the right of the stage."

He says "For my money (pause)"

That pause makes it sounds like a question, and I'm already annoyed but I manage to hold back the "No, for MY money!" I know what he meant, but keep in mind at this point I think he's in between me and a lot of points.

He says "10 rows back, orchestra, dead center"

The light illuminates and I say "Not the boxes..."

He says "Do you want the tickets?"

I decided silence is the best thing to do and just hand over the credit card.

So finally I get to deposit the tickets on the gf's work desk when she's not there along with the note of my misadventures.

Incredibly... I get more points for the fucked up situation that I CREATED than the actual tickets... and the first words out of her mouth are 'Oh my God... these seats make it look like the chandelier is coming down right on top of you..."

*sigh*sigh**SIGH**

I think next year I'm going to go back to the gift that keeps on giving... a one-year chocolate of the month membership.

Sincerely,
ElSol

 

[Svenskaflicka]

For those of us who need a bit of cheering up on this day, I give you a funny comic of people with worse love lives:

Something Positive

I've got a new addiction. And I'm only up to May 2002 yet!