Valentine's day, as much as people try to tell me that it doesn't matter if you are single on valentines day, that your dad and brother can be your valentines, and it just means you share warm fuzzy feelings with everyone, I found the holiday a bit hard to take.
As much as New York is a city of stylish, single till they're 40, career men and women, Boston is a city of adorably casual, athletic, couples with dogs, or kids, or both. So Boston celebrates Valentines day with an impressive display of picturesque romanticism. Think couples rolling out of bed to brunch, then hot chocolate and ice skating at the Commons, strolling down Newbury, or Comm Ave, dinner at _______ (fill in the blank with quaint little gourmet restaurant), culminating in stopping by Deluca's to get firewood for romantic snuggle in front of fireplace. It was a bit overwhelming, even for me, who is not usually phased by this stuff, and is quite definitely on a I don't want any part of settled coupledom kick.
Next year I think I will get out of Dodge.
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