St. Valentine must turn over in his grave every 14th of February. That is, if he even existed.
No, I have nothing planned. And I won't make the same mistake I made in Toronto several years ago. I was there for a week, giving a workshop, and I ate out most every night (a few nights I ordered room service). I found an upscale Thai restaurant. My mouth waters just remembering the place. The food, service and ambience were impeccable. As I ate, I looked around and noticed that I was the only person dining alone. Then it hit me--Valentine's Day.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, boys and girls. Always check the calendar before going out to eat alone.
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