This Valentine’s Day, Ben is leaving me alone with our toddler while he goes to a game conference. Wait, that sounds bad, allow me to rephrase. This Valentine’s Day, I am letting Ben go to a game conference while I stay home with our toddler. That’s more romantic, isn’t it? Either way, it won’t cost us much.
We’ve never been big V-Day people. One year, friends babysat for us and we went all out: I bought new jewelry — well, vintage jewelry, but it was new to me — and got dolled up and met Ben at a hotel. Together we descended to the basement for an insanely expensive black-tie theatrical dinner party experience called “Queen of the Night.”
Unfortunately, we ended up a table that was served suckling pig for dinner, which meant there was a pig on a spit, and there was an apple in the pig’s mouth, and we were supposed to cut pieces of cooked flesh off the pig and put them on our plates and eat them and enjoy that?