I Really (Don't) Hate Valentines Day

So I know being a young single women means I should despise the (hallmark) holiday of love, but I really don't. I've never really been in a relationship during it, and I've always enjoyed. Way back when you're in elementary school and you have to have a valentine for everyone in your class. To present day where a the husband of a very good friend of mine buys me roses to tell me how much my friendship means to him, and how much he's going to miss me after I move.

I've never not had a Valentine because I've always had a whole bunch of Valentines. Which the way I think it should be. Flowers and candy from Daddio, cards from my friends, phone calls from my brothers. I know it's an over blown made up holiday, but I like it. My absolute adoration of sending and receiving mail makes it a holiday right my alley. I don't think there is anything wrong with another opportunity to appreciate the important people in your life, and make sure they know it.

This is especially true as my time on the west coast comes to a close. When people ask me what I have on my agenda before I leave, the things I absolutely have to do/see, there's only one thing on my list: Spend time with my friends.

However a sub-category of that is PARTY. And by party I mean, taste and carefully analyze beverages to better my palate and further my education. No, really. This week is San Francisco Beer Week. This is one of the first big west coast events I partook in after moving here a year ago. I went with Christopher and a whole group of his friends to Magnolia in the city for their strong beer week. I vehemently disliked beer and spent the whole night drink a framboise (Belgian fruit beer brewed with raspberries) because it tasted like liquid jolly ranchers. This year I have four events that I organized and am running at the bar, as well as a long list of events I'd like to attend. I'm going to try to write a post for each one, starting with tonight's wine vs. beer dessert pairing. So be sure and check back!