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How I Ended Up Eating Lobster At The Casino In My Sweatpants On Valentine’s Day
On hitting the jackpot of love…
I had reason to celebrate this year on V-day, some life wins that deserved a special evening. But here’s the thing… I’m not supposed to like the holiday. It doesn’t fit my persona. My fault, I’m sure that’s the impression I give.
I really appreciate the day, truth be told. What I object to is the consumerism… well, at least that’s the acceptable answer. See, consumerism is a dirty word in my jargon- I’m supposed to abhor all things materialistic and shun the shallow, meaningless, cash-cow of a holiday… you know, to fit the environmental tree-hugging stereotype that I’ve been claiming I don’t belong to.
But secretly, I love Valentine’s Day.
This year, I got lucky and was not working on V-day, so I actually could celebrate. For years, I was employed as a server, and the day of love was a day to work- the tips were excellent and the atmosphere challenging and fun. But this year, I didn’t have a serving job, and I was happy to have the day off after a string of busy evenings either at work or just being a mom at home and adulting.
Not only did I want to celebrate for the holiday itself, I had a couple other reasons to share a special moment with a special…