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Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2009 03:37 pm[ooc: takes place Saturday afternoon before going to the party]
Not that I miss it or anything, but it feels weird to wake up on Valentine's Day without a bottle of champagne and a million flowers at my doorstep. I don't miss it, or anything and I'm definitely not complaining. It's actually kind of nice to have it quieter for a change it's just... strange. Different. I'm not used to it. It makes me realize the differences a lot more. No ignoring phone calls or finally accepting to meet for a drink or listening to saxaphone jazz...
I think I'm going to go get drunk tonight. Maybe I'll see some of you there.
Not that I miss it or anything, but it feels weird to wake up on Valentine's Day without a bottle of champagne and a million flowers at my doorstep. I don't miss it, or anything and I'm definitely not complaining. It's actually kind of nice to have it quieter for a change it's just... strange. Different. I'm not used to it. It makes me realize the differences a lot more. No ignoring phone calls or finally accepting to meet for a drink or listening to saxaphone jazz...
I think I'm going to go get drunk tonight. Maybe I'll see some of you there.
