Valentine's day

I had a pretty deece Valentine's day.

Stayed with my Grandma while Mom and Dad bought groceries and lunch. They came home with a tiny jar of honey for me! They know I like it with my tea.

I went for a bike ride to this Boba place that's 2 miles away, but it's the closest boba. I ended up just getting a peach iced tea that was really good. There's a place that makes chocolates next to it, and it was packed with people buying some last minute gifts. I sat outside with my bike and Stephen King's "The Stand." There was this one young guy that approached the store, but seemed a bit wary about buying chocolates. You could see the internal struggle in his face, "Should I get her chocolates? Maybe I should get her something different, it's totally unoriginal...Oh hey, there's a sale."

Catherine called while I was at the patio at the boba cafe, and we talked about her dinner party last night, which was so much fun. The waiter was really impressed by the beers we'd order and would tell us random facts about them. I wanted a pint of Hoegaarden after I had a framboise (my fave in Paris!), and he suggested I try a "bloody ho"--half framboise, half Hoegaarden. It was so good! I would definitely have it again.

I biked to the park by my house to read some more and lounge on the grass. I was heading toward a slightly shady area when it dawned upon me that I was getting pretty close to a couple's picnic. He was pouring her wine. I wanted to gag at the semi-cheesiness of it all, but it did look sweet. I went to the other side of the park. Some kids ran past me while their Dad was on the phone. They would keep saying hi to me over and over again and wave. Couldn't get through three sentences without a hi. It was really cute though.

Biked home so that I could go with Mom to church. I have this thing about church. It's going to sound totally sacrilegious...I like to find things to laugh at in church. And the weirdest tiniest things make me laugh when I'm people watching in there. There were so many things today. Like there was a man who wore sweatpants with a leather belt over them! And an old guy with a shirt that says, "My boss is a Jewish carpenter" on the back. Sometimes I try to make my Mom laugh too in church. I was looking at the church bulletin or flyer they hand out, and it has ads on the back. There was an ad for "Catholic Singles Match" dot com or something, and I pointed it out to Mom and whispered in my church whisper, "This might be my only hope." And then I had to keep my head down from laughing. Mom was not amused.