Phendrana Drifts

What follows is to a measure a Valentine's Day story from hell, but the truth is I had a great Valentine's Day because I had the best valentine and love cures all wounds.

My plan for the day was to give a Valentine's Day card complete with two tickets to Stomp hidden inside. The evening before I stopped at a local tavern for a glass of ale with a couple of colleagues from work (it sounds so much classier when I say it like that - you can fill in the details of what I actually mean) and with me that night was the card and tickets. It was to be perfect. However, to reach that, I would need to keep track of the leather portfolio that contained the card and tickets. But that was apparently not to be.

So, the first part of Valentine's Day was not an exchange of cards but the receipt of card and gift by me from Allie. And then a mad recounting of the night before (which after said ale was slightly more hazy than would normally be the case) which led me to decide to call the Transit Lost and Found and O'Byrnes, the bar we visited. Neither had a clue where it was.

The rest of the day was fantastic except I felt so out of sorts that while I remembered to replace the card, pick up the makings of butter chicken (I had decided to make Allie a meal instead of going out) and also got a red tablecloth and red candles I forgot to replace the gift. I even remembered the wine. Sigh. And something I will have to remedy with future grovelling and acts.

But all was not for lost, because as I said I have an understanding wife (my card to her even said so, I picked it to ensure such a message was delivered).

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