The Location: Downtown, Los Angeles
The Look: leather & velvet, the makings of a good date night.
Love day. Some are obsessed with the holiday, showering their loves with various plush animals. Meanwhile giving others, single ladies in particular, a reason to get together, drink tons of wine, and probably drunk call their ex. Anti-love parties. I used to be a part of them. My take love day, now? Honestly, I like to think that love should be celebrated everyday, and plush toys should be given on any random day, just for the hell of it. I want my husband to say he loves me, because well, he loves me. And I want to wear that little lace number I bought for him because I feel damn good in it, and i want to. Now, with all that being said, should we acknowledge love day, should we follow the traditions, and buy some Godiva and flowers? Should we be rebels and ignore it all together, not giving in to the pressures of pop culture and Hallmark?
We go to dinner. He doesn't surprise me with flowers and teddy bears, and I don't get mad at the lack there-of. We have date night. We eat, we drink, and we talk. We talk about everything, from our dog, to his telekinesis abilities (he's absolutely not, but he thinks he can meditate his way there.)
And we laugh.