I’ve never been much of a formal holiday person. I used to like Easter and have fond memories of egg hunts, chocolate bunnies, new Easter dresses and the pomp and pageantry of midnight mass. Halloween was fun—dressing up as a mini version of my father, as a sparkling fairy, as the Silver Surfer. With age, comes dullness though.
I’m still wild about chocolate (only dark though. Milk chocolate is boring—like tacos without hot sauce) but, at this point, I’m not gonna sit down and eat a whole basket or bag of it. Also, I’m no longer interested in dressing up. I mean, sweats and T-shirts are my go to attire. Formal wear? Black yoga pants and less tattered Ts. Donning a costume? TOO damn much effort and pass me that hot toddy, would ya.
So, here we are—it’s Valentine’s Day. This is yet another day in which chocolate plays an integral part. That and like every other christian feast day, its roots are in ancient Pagan celebrations.
Logically then, I should be wild about the day. Meh. It’s just another Hallmark Capitalism fest. Sure, I’ll have some dark chocolate. Yes, Ten and I will smooch. Cake will get some treats. Those are every day occurrences though.
Happy VD for those of you who celebrate. Keep in mind, it's all about the chocolate. Also...cats.
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| Jonesy should've had first crack at the Xenomorph. |
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