February 15th, 2008

st. valentines day

I am not a Hallmark holiday person. No guy in a suit in New York is gonna tell me when to buy someone a gift. I was reiterating this stalwart philosophy to some acquaintences a few months ago and they stared at me in slack jawed disbelief.

"You're not going to get Trillian anything for VALENTINE'S DAY??? they stammered.

"Of course not," I said, "I get her stuff all the time. She doesn't need anything special because some guy somewhere decided he wanted to sell greeting cards."

There was some few minutes of consultation after which they told me that if Trillian came home on February 14th and there was nothing to greet her with a red ribbon on it, not only would I be instantly recognized as the lowest form of life on Earth, but that they would never be able to speak to me again and only ever speak of me in the waggling head, warning tones of the tale of a man gone bad.

So, when Trillian got home from rehersal last night, this is what she got...

A custom corset from Mayfaire Moon:

A custom bound book of our life together:

And two custom pizzas that we made ourselves while watching that Ian Flemming masterpiece Chitty Chitty Bang Bang:

As for myself, Trill gave me the Bed Bath and Beyond experience with luxurious bubble baths, exfoliants and multi-hour massage! And then we played pinball.

But seriously, we do this all the time.

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