Am attending, tomorrow, BRL's Anti-Valentine's day, except this year, the head honcho of BRL, aka Voodoo Child is attached and alas did not pay attention to very depressing day of the year for single people, known otherwise as Valentine's day. I am of course partly to be blamed as well because am wrapped up, knee deep in Romantic Interest, who shall remain anonymous, but will defiantly say to you that I am still on the market only because Romantic Interest has not maid the ultimate commitment, put down deposit, come up with firm offer. You know me... I need a firm offer. Other things need to be firm too, but the offer is most important. And then I will decide to accept or decline.
This year, the Anti-Valentine's day party is known as Unhappy Hour. Not Happy Hour, but Unhappy Hour, which I must declare is a better name. Who else goes to happy hour but single people who are unhappy with going home and unhappy with work that they need that hour to bitch about the sad passing of their lives at that moment? So, rightfully so, tomorrow's Unhappy Hour is aptly titled, for we will all, single people, unite and bitch about the lack of dates and bitter disappointments in the game of love. And not forget to gloat over the choices that we have... compared to those in unhappy sad relationships... people who have no choices.
Friday night, am attending super wise Grace's birthday and Lonely Heart's Club party. Instead of handing over paycheck to nasty restaurants and clubs on Valentine's day, will instead cook up a storm to celebrate SW Grace's birthday in honor of her grand wisdom and wit. SW Grace has made it a point to invite all who for some reason cannot participate in V-day activities to her birthday, which I think is super nice.