Welp, it’s our LAST V-Day as an unmarried couple.
And like a lot of couples, we have a few Valentine’s Day traditions…but here’s the thing. We don’t go out to eat. We don’t go to the movies. We don’t buy each other gifts. We don’t even do flowers (but he’ll often bring some home on the 15th, because hello cheap arrangements!).
So what do we do? Honestly, it’s pretty basic. And it’s not much different than other nights. We cook dinner together, and we plan some big-ticket fun dates throughout the year. I’m talking about concerts, plays, and other stuff we need to set aside funds for.
It’s kinda like the Valentine’s Day that keeps on giving…eight or so ultra-romantic dates THROUGHOUT the year.
Plus, it’s a fun way to focus on us, without the pressure of getting dolled up and being “on” after a long day at work, or worrying about a reservation at a restaurant that’ll inevitably be overcrowded and stretched thin.
And we have fun with it—lots of reminiscing about the great shows we’ve been to over the past few years. I mean, Elton John’s Bowie tribute…INSANE. And that time we saw Adele at a thousand person venue? SO good. Not to mention every single Postmodern Jukebox concert we’ve danced our way through…because they’re just SO fun.
That time we went to the Playboy Jazz Fest, stayed the whole day, got the worst sunburns of our lives, and had a ball.
So what’s on my wish list this year? I mean, ASIDE from a wedding and honeymoon?
Hamilton. Though I shouldn’t count this…. We’ve got tickets in Chicago the weekend we’re going to procure our marriage license. But still, I’ve listened to the soundtrack, I’ve watched ALL the things on the interwebs. It’s time to see the damn thing.
Waitress. I LOVED the movie, and my dad said great things about the musical. It’ll finally make its way to Los Angeles this summer, and I’m absolutely hoping to go. Mr. W may take some convincing on this one. The only thing the movie did for him was make him crave pie.
A few fancy-ass dinners. There are SO many places in Los Angeles I want to eat right now, so at least two of our dates would be dinners ideally. And at least one of those dinners would be at Bestia, because I really want to eat there at a normal time when I’m actually hungry and not at 10:45 on a Tuesday when I could get a reservation.
A weekend away. In a way, Mr. W and I fell in love in Vegas. Or more accurately, on the long drives to Vegas. But we haven’t been there together in a few years, and it would be SO nice to have a Vegas weekend again. Alternately, it’d be good to take a trip to Austin, Seattle, Nashville, or one of the other places we’re considering moving in the next few years.
I mean, I’m not counting on another impromptu weekend in Maui…but I wouldn’t complain.
Lady Gaga. I mean, duh. She puts on one hell of a show, and the Forum is a fantastic place to hear music. I’ve been bugging him about Gaga for three tours…and I’ve gone to a couple of shows with friends, but I want to go with Mr. W. We always have a blast at concerts.
We went to see Gin Wigmore at the El Rey—LOVED the show, but lesson learned. If the opener doesn’t start till 10:00 on on Wednesday, it is NOT the right show for me.
Bishop Briggs. Not gonna lie—I’m OBSESSED with her voice. SO pretty. SO fun to dance to. And so easy to perform to. But I’ve NEVER seen her live—time to change that…if possible. She doesn’t have any LA shows on the calendar right now (Coachella doesn’t count), so it may take some creative planning, but I’m down to get creative.
Some comedy show. I realized in all our years together, Mr. W and I have NEVER been to a comedy show…but we listen to the comedy channel on XM radio all the time, and he’s been known to watch comedy on Netflix. It’s about damn time we get our act together and go to a show—LA’s a great place for it.
A class. Maybe dance lessons, maybe something artistic. Definitely not cooking. But Mr. W and I have had a blast learning how to make cocktails and train the dog together, and it’s always fun to have non “dinner and a movie” style dates.
So that’s about it—but I know Mr. W is coming to the table with a list, too. And he’s got a knack for finding weird, good stuff I missed. So I’m excited to sit down, enjoy an intimate (but painfully healthy—thanks, wedding diet) dinner together, and plan the fun parts of our future!