I didn't celebrate Valentine's Day with P. We might've said "happy Valentine's" with a kiss or something, but I always insisted he not get anything for me. We didn't go to dinner, either, because for most of the time we were together, (1) I knew restaurants would be busy; (2) I didn't make a fuss over Valentine's in the first place; and (3) I waitressed for a while and would rather be at a restaurant, turning over parties of two with lightning speed and coming home with $200.
Chocolate makes me a bit sick. Flowers die. But casinos ARE FOREVER.
D. and I drove down to French Lick, IN this weekend to a resort owned by the man who owns my company (read: discount). I can't even begin to describe how gorgeous this resort is. Just... just look up West Baden Springs. And the town of French Lick, see if there are any pictures. The Americana, the paintings on the buildings, the old street signs... "it's so cute I could eat it," I said as we drove around, and D. shot me a look that said, "good thing you're a good cook... because you're crazy."
As soon as we got to the hotel on Friday night, we went to the buffet in the other resort. We were starving. I had probably ten breaded shrimps, some salad, macaroni and cheese, some pizza (D.: "If you eat pizza at a $22 per person buffet, I am gonna smack you." Me: "Will you smack me with the pizza? I want some.")... D. had a ton of prime rib, mashed potatoes, etc. We didn't really eat all that much, but I was just so happy to be there. I love love love going to French Lick. I'd only been there once before.
So later, we left to go to the casino, and we had a good time. Leaving the casino that night, I had a bit of deja vu -- I got engaged on March 21, 2009, in the French Lick Resort, the Saturday morning after spending that Friday night in the casino. But D. and I went to West Baden instead. And he didn't propose. ;)
Saturday, I got a really refreshing massage, then stopped at a hotel deli, where I got a really great chicken gumbo. I actually ate the vegetables in it. Another stop at the casino, where D. bet on our birthdays in roulette (we were both born on the 12th of the month) and snagged some money. We then headed home and crashed for the rest of the weekend. Finished off the leftover chili from Super Bowl Sunday, which is somehow just as good a week later.
That reminds me: My chili recipe is still being tweaked. The only thing that I consistently do is use ground turkey instead of ground beef. I'm trying to find a way to make the chili that involves using fresher ingredients, instead of canned tomato sauce, etc.
That's my Valentine's in a nutshell. A lot of people are probably going to make romantic and festive meals for two this evening, or go out to a restaurant, but I think I'm going to stick to something simple and inexpensive. Maybe I should make the most unromantic meal ever. Like sloppy joe's or something.