V-day recap
So, although Kev and I ended up nuking our plans for Finale, we still managed to have some semblence of a Valentine's Day. Originally, we weren't gonna see each other because he didn't wanna drive out to Waltham/Cambridge in the storm, and I can't say I blamed him. I was pretty seriously bumming out though, cause work was sucking, and I'd started the day off with a tush-ful of slushy ick, and life in general was being one big old headache.
Kevin ended up getting out of work early, going home, and told me he wanted to come out and see me after all tonight, but wasn't sure about parking in Waltham. I started to get a little annoyed, because I've really been trying to get out of the role of den mother, planning and figuring everything out with any plans we make (hell, any plans that I make with anyone!), and I told him that since it was still kinda shitty out, and I didn't know what was up with parking any more than he did, then maybe it would just be easier for him to stay home and we'd figure something else out for the weekend.
Fast-forward to 5:55pm. I'm getting ready to leave work, IMing Jeff to see if he's gonna come pick my sorry ass up from the train, because I realllllly didn't wanna walk in the snow and ice... again. He says he'll be there to pick me up, so I head on out of work. Pull up in the train station at 6:45-ish, get off the train, get off the platform... then realize that Kevin's there, waiting for me!
Turned out that he'd headed over around 4pm and had been waiting at my place since around 4:50, while I thought he was still at home. He made dinner reservations at Ristorante Marcellino in Waltham for 8pm. Only thing I can figure is that they'd had a bunch of cancellations because of the storm, because man, a cute, excellent Italian place in Waltham, with tables available for 8pm on Valentine's Day? Yeah, weird stuff. So we went, and had a deeeeeeelicious dinner, complete with Italian sparkling water, wine, and dessert. We didn't end up exchanging gifts yet, because we both kinda waited till the last minute (even more so when the weather reports came in), so we'll do that Friday. I did end up giving him a rose I made out of duct tape, though. What can I say, I'm a geek! After dinner, we just went home, curled up on the couch, grossed Jeff out with our ExtremeCuteness(tm) and watched American Idol.
I'm just super-glad I got to spend Valentine's Day with Kevin. I know, I know, it's just a silly holiday, but I dunno... there's just something about there being an excuse to be shmoopy and sappy. I woulda been happy even eating a Carl's steak sub and watching a movie on the couch, just as long as I got to spend it with Kevin.
Semi-unrelated note: We celebrated 6 months on Monday... on one hand, I feel like, "that's all it's been?" but on the other hand, it's like, wow, time flies.
Please forgive me if this entry sounds fairly unenthusiastic. Work-related angst is severely dragging me down and affecting how I feel in pretty much every aspect of life, and that really, really blows.
Kevin ended up getting out of work early, going home, and told me he wanted to come out and see me after all tonight, but wasn't sure about parking in Waltham. I started to get a little annoyed, because I've really been trying to get out of the role of den mother, planning and figuring everything out with any plans we make (hell, any plans that I make with anyone!), and I told him that since it was still kinda shitty out, and I didn't know what was up with parking any more than he did, then maybe it would just be easier for him to stay home and we'd figure something else out for the weekend.
Fast-forward to 5:55pm. I'm getting ready to leave work, IMing Jeff to see if he's gonna come pick my sorry ass up from the train, because I realllllly didn't wanna walk in the snow and ice... again. He says he'll be there to pick me up, so I head on out of work. Pull up in the train station at 6:45-ish, get off the train, get off the platform... then realize that Kevin's there, waiting for me!
Turned out that he'd headed over around 4pm and had been waiting at my place since around 4:50, while I thought he was still at home. He made dinner reservations at Ristorante Marcellino in Waltham for 8pm. Only thing I can figure is that they'd had a bunch of cancellations because of the storm, because man, a cute, excellent Italian place in Waltham, with tables available for 8pm on Valentine's Day? Yeah, weird stuff. So we went, and had a deeeeeeelicious dinner, complete with Italian sparkling water, wine, and dessert. We didn't end up exchanging gifts yet, because we both kinda waited till the last minute (even more so when the weather reports came in), so we'll do that Friday. I did end up giving him a rose I made out of duct tape, though. What can I say, I'm a geek! After dinner, we just went home, curled up on the couch, grossed Jeff out with our ExtremeCuteness(tm) and watched American Idol.
I'm just super-glad I got to spend Valentine's Day with Kevin. I know, I know, it's just a silly holiday, but I dunno... there's just something about there being an excuse to be shmoopy and sappy. I woulda been happy even eating a Carl's steak sub and watching a movie on the couch, just as long as I got to spend it with Kevin.
Semi-unrelated note: We celebrated 6 months on Monday... on one hand, I feel like, "that's all it's been?" but on the other hand, it's like, wow, time flies.
Please forgive me if this entry sounds fairly unenthusiastic. Work-related angst is severely dragging me down and affecting how I feel in pretty much every aspect of life, and that really, really blows.