I know that at least a few of you got my Notorious B.I.G. reference there.

Tonight, Jenn and I celebrated Valentine’s Day. Our routine is to stay in on the actual day and celebrate the day after to avoid all of the hysteria, though since today is Friday, we got a little hysteria anyway.

We went and saw a Valentine’s movie, and since I’ve already seen the new Rambo movie, we settled on 27 dresses. Privately, I might say that it was enjoyable, cute and pretty funny, but publicly I am renouncing it as a pointless chick-flick and totally stupid (just don’t tell my wife).  After the flick, we went out for a late dinner.

We settled on Chili’s which was fairly weird. I worked at Chili’s in LA for 5 years this was the first time I’ve been (other than eating at one in a Chicago airport) since moving to Fresno.  It was a bit strange, mostly because all Chili’s are designed the same and have the same layout inside, so it felt like I was at my Chili’s in LA.  Also, it was weird because the food wasn’t as good as I remember.  This could be because I had to pay full price for it, which always makes it taste a little less satisfying.

For a moment I was brought back to all my fond memories of waiting tables and hanging out with co-workers, and thought to myself, “I wouldn’t mind working here again.”  Then I remember the long shifts with only 30 bucks to show for it;  The ditsy waitresses who cursed way too much and the inner struggle that comes from wanting to simultaneously be a Christian and punch a customer in the face.  I like my job.  I don’t go home smelling like beer and french fries (at least not every day).

All in all, it was a pretty nice V-Day. I got Jenn some balloons and brought her Starbucks at work yesterday, which I think sufficiently communicated how much she means to me (j/k). Yep, my Valentine is pretty special.  She’s fun to be around and, at the risk of being as mushy as the movie I saw tonight, she’s my best friend.  You can tell her I said that one.