I'm a romantic, so this may come as a shock, but I've never been a fan of Valentine's Day. That's been true whether I've been in a relationship or not (although, truth be told, I've had a few years that were distinguished by a strain of openly vehement anti-V sentiment). I just don't like the idea too much - if you love somebody, they should know it all the time. You ought not to need a day circled on the calendar to remind you to tell them. And then it tends to be overdone - I mean, all of a sudden, you say to yourself, "Hey, I love so-and-so. I think I'll run out and get a balloon bouquet and a stuffed red bear"??? This makes very little sense to me.
What made sense to me was getting tickets to "Bugs Bunny on Broadway" and sneaking to the Internet to buy plastic Viking helmets and a huge skein of yarn to make Brunhilda braids (fastened on with duct tape, no less!) as a surprise.
It's safe to say that quite a while ago, I needed to accept that what makes sense to me doesn't necessarily make sense to most others folks.
The long and short of it - we had a fabulous time! "Bugs Bunny on Broadway" is based on the concept of live music and pre-recorded cartoons - sort of like old-style silent movies with a live organ providing the music. Only these cartoons are the very cream of American animation. C'mon, don't you remember Elmer and Bugs doing a seven-minute version of Wagner's "Ring Cycle"?
Of course you do. And so did I.
This was the symphony, after all, so FryDaddy and I dressed to the nines. And then donned our helmets. Children were amused, adults were delighted, and we were tickled. If I do say so myself, we did a pretty fair imitation.
Happy V-Day, everybody!