As you all know, last week was the annual celebration of love where your mother sends you an obscene amount of chocolate in the mail and your dad sends you a card that probably cost $7. I have never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. It’s not that I am lonely–the day is a stupid corporate celebration with annoying decorations and annoying couples filling up Instagram for 24 hours straight.
But this year, I decided to make the most out of this day with a little bit of fun and whimsy. I brainstormed how I could spend this day. At first, I thought that I would live out my Carrie Bradshaw dreams and skip across the quad in a ridiculous outfit and pretend it was the bustling streets of New York City. Another part of me thought it would be a good idea to spend the day researching the St. Valentine’s Day massacre and give a very in-depth presentation to my roommates at the end of the day. That idea was quickly shut down. Overall, I thought that it would be best to not have a plan and just see where the day took me.
I started out with a lovely morning where I skipped my first class to gallivant around campus with a giant basket of cookies that my mother sent me. I must say it was quite lovely to look just a little bit crazy on this day, letting others think that you are just slightly unhinged. I spent the rest of the day in class trying my hardest to pay attention while experiencing an extremely intense sugar crash.
Then comes the time of day that I dread the most: dinner. Usually, I’m obliged to sit through my family talking about god knows what, just waiting until I can sneak into my room and avoid human interaction for the rest of the night.
However, this year three of my friends and I decided to reinvent this usually mediocre experience. After making a reservation at a local Arlington Italian restaurant, we were struck with the brilliant idea of all dressing up as Steve Jobs.
Yes, I understand how stupid this sounds and that this whole article so far has been a bit strange, to say the least, but I chalk that all up to the fact that we are in the dog days of winter, and every time I look out my window and see snow, a little part of me dies, and I start to forget what it feels like to be warm.
Our meal was enjoyed by all who attended, and for anyone who is curious, nobody found it funny besides us. It was a very stupidly hilarious experience overall.
At the end of the day, even though I usually embrace my cynicism and anguish on this holiday, this was the first year I actually had some fun. Maybe it was the time spent with friends, maybe it was the good food, or maybe it was the Steve Jobs cosplay. Either way, it was a well-spent Valentine’s Day.