Valentines Day. The day when a clear line is drawn between people who are single and those who are taken. Social media is infested with photos of flowers, chocolates and dinner dates. But, that’s not the only way to celebrate Valentines. While some of us have dates, some of us get drunk.
After 6 1-liter bottles of Red Horse, we were wiped. Wasted. We tortured ourselves by watching romance happen in Terrace House: Boys and Girls in the City. And when they failed, we sighed, but deep inside we celebrated. It’s not because we’re bitter, but because we found ourselves a comrade. When Misaki and Byrnes got together though, I was happy for Misaki. One shouldn’t suffer for too long. And I wish for that kind of relationship, built on total acceptance of each other’s flaws.
Roses are red, horses are too. I don’t give a f***, so f*** you.
Anyhow, it was a fun night. By 4AM, we were having breakfast at Rufo’s (with another bucket of Red Horse), and speaking in broken Japanese.
Who says Valentines are only for couples?