I overslept on Valentine’s day and reached work late. Then I figured out how to work with pipes in Perl (yes yes YAWN), and figured out a wonderful birthday present for the Boy. I cannot type about it here because he sometimes reads about the blog, but it is awesome and I will write about it when I can reveal, promise.
I also came home early to Skype (which, I think we have worked out sort of. For most of the talking we make do with a voice call, and then switch up the videos so too much data doesn’t get eaten up. I am really loving the skin colour pixels I get on my screen once a week.)
Also, my mom Whatsapped me this conversation:
Mum: What did you get for Valentine’s Day?
Me: Diddly and squat.
Mum: It okay don’t be cry. You can be my Valentine.
Mum: <enter random emoji for Japanese flag, firework and snail.>
Bonus points for the 30 Rock reference though.
My main goal was to not become super-depressed by the end of the night. I mean, it’s not like I hold much significance for Valentine’s Day, I’m not going to say it promotes consumerism etc., and yes, I do think that you should treat your loved ones equally loverly-ly all year round, but it doesn’t hurt to have an extra special day. Just because you exist all year round doesn’t mean your birthday isn’t special.
But I was worried that I might be made sad by all the happy coupledoms around. I don’t especially have a problem with the rabidly hormonal pairs around the street – the campus has had a recent influx of freshmen who seem hellbent on making sexercise a daily workout, and no wall that you can possibly lean against is safe – but I do tend to become somewhat wistful when I see mushy gooey stuff, like handholding and secret smiling, and a little part of my brain keeps going IwantIwantIhavebutIwant.
ANYWAY, I scheduled a plan to do some culture soaking. I’ve blogged about Salao Brazil before, and on Valentine’s night, they were hosting Emmy Curl, who is a lovely musician with some breath-taking music. She is also around my age, which makes me be in more awe of her, and then I feel slightly incompetent at life.
If you don’t know this yet, I harbour a secret, consuming habit of reading celebrity fashion blogs. (Actually, it’s just one, and it’s this hilarious site called gofugyourself.com. This blog has taught me what is good and what is not through wittily-worded takedowns of celebrity outfits, and more importantly, it has taught me that nude heels are the devil) Since this site, I’ve begun to pay a little more attention to my going-out clothes.
The Emmy Curl concert, by the way, was a slice of heaven. She is amazing, and looks a little like Florence Welch. Salao Brazil was PACKED, and I mean so packed that we had to stand through the two hour concert, but it was so worth it. The bar was being especially useless, and I had to re-order a Caipirinha even though I wanted to try something new. They refused to make any cocktail that required effort. Understandable because there was a large, drink-wanting crowd, but I mean come on.
Here is a link to my favourite song by her, it’s called Merlin the Cat is Missing, and you should listen to it because it is a legit wonderful song.
This isn’t a great picture because this is the stage setup before the show, but it was quite dark while the show was happening, and it was just super atmospheric, all you need is a little imagination..
I love the music scene here. You’ll see.