A number of irregular traditions are falling apart today.
I have, in the past, made it a habit of going to Chianti’s on Valentine’s Day. Usually I glare at the happy couples. I was going to go again today, because I go on Mondays anyway. However, I couldn’t get a reservation. So instead of a nice Italian dinner that might be romantic if I weren’t eating alone, I had two danishes for supper.
The other tradition was to try going to a singles party. Some bar usually hosts an event for single people to feel proud of the aloneness, and hopefully hook up with some other lonely person. They usually fall flat for me. I don’t do well in bar atmospheres and wind up going home more depressed than when I arrived. I don’t even know which bar is going to have a single event tonight. This year though, I have an improv class to go to. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t been cancelled. I would have thought the teacher would have something more productive to do.