Really, I’m not trying to be cheeky {attempting to expand my British repertoire} in my title. I’m merely summarizing my later dinner plans with The BF.
We are going to a Thai restaurant tonight that is called none other than … BangCock, I mean Bang Kok.
Naturally, with my love of abbrevs, I call it: The Kok.
Sometimes I’ve been in unfortunate public circumstances where I say rather loudly to The BF, “you know, I could really go for some of that Kok right now.”
People turn in shock to stare at me. I’m sure they’re thinking the other Kok, kinda like the other white meat.
It makes me want to rattle off an explanation … you see, I’m talking about a restaurant … but instead I just let them think what they will.
It’s much more fun that way.
Maman would be mortified. She’d probably ask me something crazy, like, have you been drinking — which is what she says to me anytime I bust out with anything remotely shocking — or brutally honest.
So. Here we are. Valentine’s Day. Another one.
Can I take a moment to tell you how much I dreaded V-day in school? I hated those elementary Valentine parties.
The ones where you had to make your own mailbox for all your Valentine’s. Yeah, hated it.
Cause my mailbox never looked like a mailbox and always took a minimum of two tries to make — I’d royally f up the first one. Then Dara would have to come to my mailbox rescue.
Then, there was the little issue of having to pass out the aforementioned Valentine’s. Who ever really wanted to give every single one of their classmates a Valentine?
Be honest. You know you didn’t. Because there were bound to be a couple little f-ers who no one ever liked, for very obvious and very justified reasons.You know the types … who were mean to other kids, who always f-d up things like extra recess for the rest of the class.
Why did I have to acknowledge their dumb ass behavior? I didn’t get it then, and I certainly don’t now … feelings get hurt all the time, everyday. It’s something we have to learn how to deal with … the earlier we start, the better. It’s nothing personal.
I also was perpetually nervous about the actual Valentine’s day school party … we always had to sign up to bring something in.
Inevitably there’d be that kid who brought something jaw droppingly incredible. Some over the top gourmet cookies {that were actually good} or something super creative. Which left me feeling sub par with unevenly iced sugar cookies or {stale tasting } candy hearts.
Part of me thinks Valentine’s is so overdone. Part of me adores it.
Who doesn’t like physical {i.e. gifts} reminders of one’s love? And any excuse to get the chocolate and eat on?
The thing that I like most of all about this day though … is what it represents.
Forget the jewels and flowers … well, not totally. I take that back. I’m up for some jewels. Flowers, too. But I’m not just blinded by the bling.
It’s really about the love … in everything.
{Omg. Did I really just make a completely unintentional rhyme?!}
Loving actions. Loving thoughts.
Loving our people and letting them know that. Even when they’ve hurt us … especially then.
I wonder sometimes if that’s why hearts have the arrow through them? Because it’s bound to hurt, but bound to be beautiful, at the same time. You can’t have one without the other.
Love love.