Mae and I didn't have much of a Valentine this year.
Valentine's day is a marketeer's wet dream. Weeks prior to the days, you're bombarded with slogans convincing you that you're not loving enough. No Skippy, you're an unromantic, spineless, sea-cucumber. Unless you can cough up the cash to buy that gargantuan diamond rock of a ring. Or that expensive box of no-child labour Belgian chocolate. Or that French chef cooked, New Zealand T-bone steak with that South Australian, Vietnamese trampled 1921 vintage wine. Or that tripled priced, Martha Stewart inspired, bouquet of Cameron Highland roses. And before you know it, you're sucked into a vortex of guilt, rendering you temporarily insane - enough to break your bank in declaration of your love.
It's so shallow and stupid.
And yet, every year as Valentine's Day approaches, I find myself trying to actually do something for the day. Because, in my mind, someone will come up to Mae and ask her how her Valentine's day went whereupon she will go, "Teeheehee... he took me there... and we got... and it was so... teeheehee." In my fantasies, Mae always goes, "Teeheehee..." I don't know why. Hahhahh!
I know how that makes me sound like some schoolgirl fetishist perv. That's not true at all. I'm just shallow and stupid.
Anyway, in a flash of money-saving brilliance, I plotted a night to remember. We would go for a lovely dinner of the world's finest Frog-Legs Porridge and Deep Fried Spring Chicken at Jalan Alor. And after that we would walk along the brightly-lit sidewalks of Jalan Bukit Bintang, hand-in-hand, like lovers do. And we would eat expensive, low-fat Italian ice-cream seated at the steps of BB Plaza watching the world go by.
All for nothing more than RM59.90! Heh!
But alas, we'll have to take a rain-cheque on that. It rained like cats and dogs that day and we ended up in Tesco with Jesse in tow, having a sub-standard dinner at Secret Recipe. It was so blah, I can't even remember what we ate. But something tells me that we're gonna have that Frog-Legs dinner real soon. It's all I've been thinking about for the last week! Yummmm...
I better stop writing now before I go and do something stupid like sneak off into the night and have frog legs all on my own. :)