confession: i love valentine's day. because you never know what will happen. but you know that it will.
in 2007, a 6'6" cupid arrived on my doorstep, i threw together an infidel of love costume, and we embarked on a mission to forcefully infuse la with love. i spent last year up a tree (literally) with a fellow i hardly knew and who i'd start making out with 5 months later. tonight, decked out in a black dress with eyeliner to rival david bowie's, i set out for a "rock of love" party featuring wii's rock band. knowing hardly anyone, i was surprised to hear someone shout with shock and a hint of disgust:
"christy?! you're not married?!"
a high school acquaintance approached with an apologetic:
"sorry. i shouldn't have said that so loudly. it's just, you know. a lot can happen in seven years. turns out g-'s gay, and e- has a cartload of kids. when you don't hear from someone, you just figure...how are you?"
we caught each other up on life's big events with equal candor. it's nice to have a friend so frank it keeps you laughing.
happy valentine's day everybody!
I Wrote a Column for Outside and They Published It on the Internet! - I'm currently waiting to board a cross-country New York-bound germ tube as I type this, but my latest column ponders the question all thinking cyclists* ha...