The Fourth Annual Galentine’s Day Celebration happened two weeks ago, but.. ok… So I have to humble myself and admit something that brings me much embarrassment.
I think I like Valentine’s Day.
In the past few years, completely unbeknownst to me, but entirely of my own volition, I have gone from absolutely loathing February 14th and going so far as to wearing all black in protest to organizing, hosting, and, worst of all, enjoying, my own annual all ladies Galentine’s Day dinner party. I mean, I go all out. There are printed invites, menu deliberations, overly thoughtful inner-roomie valentine card exchanges, decorations and many a-conversation discussing one’s excitement for the upcoming day. And I wear all pink and red. I can’t get enough of it. I dive in like it’s a vat of melted fudge. (Which is also a great activity idea for next years party…)
The guest list and the menu of the actual party has ebbed and flowed throughout the years, but my singleness seems to be forever. So, I find myself coming to terms with the for-now-boy-less-ness of this holiday and finding solace in a day to indulge in all of the pinky, glittery, girliness that Valentine’s Day offers to a bunch of ladies living together with no local boyfriends to speak of.
This year’s Galentine’s Itinerary
Claire’s Shrimp and Grits
Oli’s Waldorf Inspired Salad with candied walnuts
Frances’ Roasted Asparagus
Julia’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Cheesecake
Susie and Spencer’s Gin and Jam Cocktail
Conner’s post dinner cheese and wine contribution
The Valentine’s released romance movies from the last Galentine’s Days have defied all odds and gotten increasingly worse with every passing year. We started sophomore year off with the tragic amnesia/ love driven plot line of Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdam’s in “The Vow” followed up by last years murder/ domestic abuse/ love driven plot line of Josh Duhamel and Julianne Hough’s “Safe Haven.” Both completely terrible in their own way.
But “Endless Love”, the story of two recent high school graduates from opposite sides of the tracks falling into a renegade love story (complete with the classic plot twists of disapproving father/ a criminal past/ a restraining order/ a house fire/ the decision to choose between love and basically everything else in your life) surely took the cake as not only the worst Valentine’s movie I’ve ever seen, but quite possibly, the absolute worst any kind of movie I’ve ever seen. Is it a love story? Is it a horror film? Is it supposed to be this bad? I still don’t know. These factors actually translate into the perfect Valentine’s day movie for any single lady– nothing tears down any lingering feelings of loneliness or romantic jealousy like watching two idiots in love completely ruining each other’s lives.