Tonight, I’m going to a Valentine’s comedy burlesque show that my wife is in. That sounds like a lot, but last year there was a wedding afterward. It was a wedding for two men, and it was probably the most joyful wedding I’ve ever been to. I don’t know if it was because it was on Valentine’s Day or because it was a weekday wedding.
Valentine’s Day always seems to sneak up on me. All I did for my wife was write her a poem. Usually, I would cook, but we’ll be out at the show tonight. That reminds me… what the hell are we doing for dinner?