Yesterday was the first day I didn't wear black on Valentine's Day in a looong time. I didn't feel like mourning the void where my heart used to be or participating in any bitter acts of outrage at the Hallmark holiday.
Normally, I celebrate Valentine's Day with my friends, drinking beer and eating pizza. One year in particular, I remember hosting our annual "boy's generally suck," party when my housemate's boyfriend surprised her with a bouquet of roses. She wasn't expecting him to come at all. This display of emotion sent me spiraling into tears. Obviously, my emotions were/are out of control.
Yesterday, I shared my day with someone who makes me laugh.
It was perfect.
We went to eat sushi together at a local restaurant, followed by a trip to the movies to see The Vow.
The Vow was basically what I expected: predictable plotline, flat characters and the eventual resolution in the lover's favor. I just enjoyed spending time watching a romantic movie where I didn't feel the need to throw up at the end.
Sidenote: The Notebook is my favorite movie.
After the night was over, I drifted into a peaceful sleep...
until about 4AM, when we were rudely awakened by a pounding on the door.
A woman was frantically screaming that someone was trying to kill her and to call the police.
I called 911 while still in a daze. Apparently the neighbors had a drunken disagreement and someone tried killing someone else with a cooking knife...
and fire extinguisher.
Love living in East Nashville, but sometimes it can get a bit hectic.
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