Jacob is right. Call me in June for the picnic, in February I'll cough up the dough. Valentines day is already Judge mandated community service. If I can get a properly cooked meal and booze while I pretend to feel the magic of Saint Valentine flowing through the every ultra-fuzzy and warm part of me, I'll count that as a plus.
I for one am deeply inspired. Just thinking about which downtown hidden architectural gems might have picnic-worthy atriums...and snog worthy broom closets...
And further thinking that we'll need to dial that bottle of zin up to a bottle of rye (with travel sized vermouth and bitters in a vintage travel case with tin lowball glasses), then of course one should never leave one's cheese up to chance, so a preparatory tasting session at the cheesemonger is probably in order and...
OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? Now I'm making VALENTINE'S DAY PLANS?!?!
They're going to revoke my hipster card. HOW DARE YOU.
And further thinking that we'll need to dial that bottle of zin up to a bottle of rye (with travel sized vermouth and bitters in a vintage travel case with tin lowball glasses), then of course one should never leave one's cheese up to chance, so a preparatory tasting session at the cheesemonger is probably in order and...
OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? Now I'm making VALENTINE'S DAY PLANS?!?!
They're going to revoke my hipster card. HOW DARE YOU.
(thanks)