Valentines are the new awesome

Instead of pillow fighting on valentines day with the rest of SF, I decided to go out to dinner with TWO valentines. I figured that with two of them, the odds were in my favor that something good would be bound to happen.

we found a random Thai restaurant in berkeley, and were drawn in by this classy homemade sign out front saying "Palm Thai + valentine & you = enchanting evening," and promising a valentines rose with every meal!

These were my valentines. They even let me serve myself the rice out of the fancy silver tureen first, like a couple of gentlemen.

The free "rose" that we got was a) fake (and not even a convincing fake) b) smelled funny and c) came in a greasy wrapper with the upc symbol and 'made in china' sticker still on it that looked suspiciously like it had been purchased at a gas station, but I still let the boys fight over who would give it to me.

Half-way through the meal, I noticed that my valentines weren't paying all that much attention to me. I think it was about the time that they started talking about going home together and feeding eachother cucumbers that I quit even trying.



I won't even mention the part of the evening where I got stranded in the cold outside of a club because my friend locked her keys in her car. As promised, Valentines Day 2007 - you truly were an enchanted evening.