I've been meaning to write about Valentine's Day because it was so fucking sweet, but I've been busy. It's ok though, I'm a friend.
Anyways, I took Tim to the Black Fin, a really nice restaurant on Huntington Ave. We got a crab cake for an appetizer, I ate sushi, and he had lamb shanks (but we didn't eat them while making love in a hot tub. That would be way too SNL of us). For dessert, we split the maple creme brule (spelling?) and chocolate molten cake (or something like that. I forget what it's called). I bought Tim an electric razor, a candle, lots of chocolates, a magazine with Paris and Nicky Hilton on the cover, a huge hershey's kiss, and a stuffed pig (which I made at dean. Build-a-bear-esque, but different brand). He got me Godiva chocolates, a chocolate-covered strawberry, and the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (which was PERFECT! It's exactly what I wanted, yet I didn't even mention to him that I wanted it). All in all, it was the most perfect Valetine's Day ever.
here's some VD (not the std) pics!
Tim and I looking oh-so-debonair. :-D
Doing some model pics. I don't know why Tim thought it would be hot to look behind him, CAUSE IT WASN'T. j/k hun, I have nothin' but love for the streets.
Now THAT'S how to strike a pose.
That open-mouth look is just SO appetizing, huh?
I HAVE THE PHANTOM ALBUM, AND YOU DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
And that's what's up.