My Valentine's day was nearly perfect...and I am single. Now Valentine's day for us single folks usually falls under such endearing titles such as "Black Friday", or "Singles Awareness Day" but this year the day seemed entirely different. It was not a time for self-consciousess to the point of paranoia or an atmosphere of lonliness to hang unbearably heavy on my shoulders. Rather, it was fun. I had to be at work at 7:30am w/Margie and Caroline, and working with two of my favorite people can make even Friday mornings enjoyable. Then I run to the writing center to work for a bit, then to the Symposium on teaching and learning with a roundtable discussion with various department heads, professors and grad students. Beneficial for me to see and experience. Then a meeting with Leah and Caroline for a workshop we are teaching--that was fun because Leah is in a new relationship and its still at the cute and elated phase, so the dozen roses in her office sent all of us into a tizzy. Headed home to pack for the weekend trip when Caroline asks if I own a blender. This question sprials into Dylan, Caroline and I (the ultimate non-sexual trio--I mean with each other we are non-sexual) heading to Johnny's for a large pizza then back to Caroline's for what turned out to be maple whiskey milkshakes, which tasted a bit like Kaluaha. We had one each and left there feeling full and happy. Then it was time for the Vagina Monologues at SU. We ran into several friends and had quite a large, rowdy group of us in the middle back. Reading the pamphlet Caroline and I discover our mutual friend Sam is also in the monologues, an observation that delights me greatly--I haven't seen her in almost a year. The lights go down and the play begins. It was wonderful--I'm not typically a huge vagina discusser, but it did elicit various emotions, of which sheer delight was the most prevelant. Highly recommended, to women and men alike. Afterwards I went home, finished packing and went to sleep.
What Valentime's Day did was show how much I value the time I have with my friends here. Instead of spending it with just one person who mattered I got a slew of those I simply adore, and that was a blessing. I got a Valentine's Day card from my father, and it almost brought me to tears. He sends me one each year and that little gesture means the world to me, it's amazing to hear or see that someones loves you, and to actually know that its totally true. I am a daddy's girl, through and through.
