We escaped from the library today to go to the dentist. (Not exactly Bryant Park during Fashion Week, but we'll take what we can get). We happened to be on the subway as high schools got out, and saw hundreds of little people walking around in red, holding flowers and cards and kissing each other. Awwwww.
At the dentist's office, the hottie x-ray technician came out into the waiting room and starting talking to a patient who was a friend of his. They spoke in Hebrew, and, though we grew up on Long Island and our bus was the one that stopped near Hebrew school, AND though our social life peaked at age 13, which means we can recite a lot of haftarah portions, we were unable to understand what they were saying. But we did manage to hear "J-Date" about 16 times. Apparently they had plans tonight. Awwwwww. With girls. Ewwwwww.
We consoled ourselves by noting that we could not possibly have made plans tonight, as our mother gets in to town and we have to entertain her. We've spent days laughing about our mom being our valentine. Laughter through tears is our favorite emotion.
But now even our Mom has ditched us. Something about snow and ice and planes not working. Add to this news that we have a cavity, AND the fact that we were yelled at by the dentist for lying on the "when did you last see a dentist" question, and V-day 2007 might just be the worst one yet.
One February 15th in College, we heard (through our dorm room fire door) a large lesbian say to her friend, "The besht part about Valentinshes Day, ish that the nexsht day, ALL THE CANDY ISH HALF OFF!" This has been our motto ever since. Which makes the cavity news all the more painful.
On the bright side, at least we get to go back in a couple of months for more x-rays. See y'all on J-Date.