I’ve never been one to like Valentine’s Day. It just seems so forced. I don’t really love any holiday that forces you to have certain plans to make you feel accepted. Or normal. It’s the same thing with New Year’s. If you don’t have fabulous plans for that one night, then maybe you’re not as cool as everybody else who has fabulous plans.
But I’d rather have fabulous plans another night. Like maybe Janauary 2. Or December 29. Or whatever.