Happy Valentine’s Day! I know, technically it’s not until Tuesday, but this is the last Serenade before then. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been posting some of my favorite romantic songs.
For tonight, I’m sharing ‘our song’, a classic by The Police, Every Little Thing She Does. I know I’ve talked about my life before Mr. R. and I met, so I’m not going into that here, but suffice it to say, I feel like a very lucky ginger.
Now I’m wondering, what is your favorite romantic song? I hope you’ll post your song in the comments–let’s take an informal little poll.
May the evening find you spending time with the one(s) you love. Maybe take the opportunity to reaffirm how much they mean to you. Happy Saturday night!
Can you believe it? We’re only a couple of weekends away from Valentine’s Day. Didn’t we just sit down to Thanksgiving dinner?
In February, my thoughts always go to my favorite romantic songs. John Legend’s All of Me is one of the best. And the video is kind of hot, too. Just the thing for Date Night.
We’re still in the middle of our reno, so I don’t think Mr. R. and I will be going out tonight. It seems wise to be frugal, although we seem to be right on budget. The house’s transformation is amazing. Can’t wait to show you the finished product.
What are you up to this fine winter evening? I’m hoping to cuddle on the sofa with my love and a glass of wine. Maybe we’ll find a nice romantic movie. That sounds like just the thing.
I hope you enjoy this weekend, counting down to Valentine’s Day. Happy Saturday night!
Tonight, in celebration of Valentine’s Day, I had to post the most romantic song I know. To me, this is absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of how thankful and blessed I am to have my sweet who loves me more than I would ever have imagined. We often lament that we didn’t find each other earlier, but I’m certain that the timing was what it was supposed to be.
I hope this Valentine’s finds you with the one you love and that you have the opportunity to appreciate each other. Life is rough and it’s amazing to share the journey with the one who thinks you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread.
I love Valentine’s Day. I didn’t always. When you don’t have a Valentine, or when you have one who treats you badly, it’s just another day to endure, right? But with Mr. R. by my side, I’m a lucky girl.
Last Valentine’s Day we splurged, making reservations at SoLita in Delray Beach, a chi-chi joint that was getting a lot of buzz at the time. It was a horrible experience. I have never been treated so badly at a restaurant, by a host and servers who acted like they were doing us a favor to let us in. I vowed to pass the word as often as possible: NEVER go to SoLita in Delray Beach. In fact, avoid Delray Beach entirely.
If you want to go to a nice, romantic dinner, go to O-BO in Northwood Village in West Palm Beach. The food is incredible and they’re actually happy to have you there.
This year, if you recall, we’re scaling back, financially speaking. No fancy dinner out for us. That doesn’t mean we didn’t celebrate, though. Through the magic of free event tickets and a gift card, Mr. R. and I had a fabulous Valentine’s Day. We were blessed to have a beautiful day for Valentine’s Day. It was cool, in the 60s all day, with a biting breeze, but the sun was shining in a cloudless blue sky.
Our first stop was ArtiGras, for which we had free tickets. This year is the 30th anniversary of the three-day juried art show, held at Abacoa in Jupiter. The main attraction of ArtiGras is the Fine Arts Area, where some 300 artists exhibit and sell their work in thirteen different categories such as sculpture, photography, fiber, and mixed media, to name a few. Mr. R. and I had the best time strolling along and browsing the various booths.
I’m always drawn to the photography booths. We saw some really lovely pieces. Oh to have hit the Powerball and be able to afford some of them. As we were browsing one booth, a young couple came in, looked around briefly, and called the artist over.
“We’ll take two. This one and that one,” the husband said, pointing to two beautiful photos on steel, both about three feet wide and two feet high. I leaned over to Mr. R. “You realized they just dropped about $1,600.” We contented ourselves with just window shopping and daydreaming about the pieces we’d buy, where we’d put them in our home.
ArtiGras also has a children’s area where kids can do different art activities, a silent auction, and an area where local schools exhibit student art. The proceeds from the event are supposed to go to art education in local schools. Whether or not that happens, or how much actually goes to schools, I couldn’t tell you and I’m not inclined to do that research.
They’re very militant about being ‘green’, though. We’d only just walked in the gate when we were accosted by high school students who demanded our tickets. “We’re recycling,” they said. Alrighty, then. As we walked along, we noticed trash cans arranged down the middle of the street. They’d been decorated by local school children. I suppose they encourage people to ‘give a hoot and not pollute’ and they’re certainly more aesthetically pleasing than plain old garbage cans.
Having seen everything we wanted to see at ArtiGras, we left and headed east to A1A, the better to drive along the beach. It was cool and blustery, and the usual joggers and walkers were bundled up. We stopped to look at the water which was rougher than I’ve seen it in a long time, thanks to the strong breeze. Hardly anyone was relaxing on the beach. We watched the surf for a few minutes before getting back into the truck and heading to one of my favorite places on the planet, Guanabanas, for which we had a gift card.
Guanabanas is an entirely outdoor restaurant/bar in Jupiter between A1A and the Loxahatchee River. They feature fresh locally sourced seafood and great tropical cuisine. They have live music every night, and they have Happy Hour every day from 3-6 in the bar area.
Being Valentine’s Day, finding a table in the bar area was tough. Mr. R. ended up snagging us two stools at a tiny tree-side counter across from the bar. I immediately ordered my favorite Cat 5, their version of a hurricane, while he sensibly went with Diet Coke. We pondered ordering small plates, but the reality was that we weren’t actually hungry. We contented ourselves with our view of the river and the stand-up paddle boarders passing by, and with people watching, which was enjoyable. The head chef and another Guanabana-ite built a fire in a bowl just on the other side of our tree, all the better to set up a S’mores Station. We watched mostly kids roasting marshmallows to press into the tasty treats. After two Cat 5s and no small plates, I was more like six sheets to the wind as we made our way back to the truck, but I was happy as a clam. Well, who wouldn’t be?
Once we arrived home, I discovered that my sly Mr. R. had a couple of surprises for me. Somehow he always finds a way, which is reason #12 that I love him so much. We had a glorious Valentine’s Day. I hope you did, too.
It’s that time of year. You can reveal your deepest feelings to your true love using NECCO’s Conversation Hearts, those dry, nasty little pastel-colored candies stamped with clever sayings.
The New England Confectionery Company (Ooooohhh, I get it!) has been using the same recipe for over one hundred years. It’s a concoction of sugar, corn syrup, gelatin, gums, food coloring and flavoring. Once the ingredients are mixed, the dough is rolled flat, the words are printed, then it’s cut into tiny hearts.
Traditional imprints dating back to 1902 are Kiss Me and Be True. Over the years, phrases have been added and dropped. This year they dropped Occupy My Heart, a play on the Occupy Wall Street movement. Who needs politics in our Valentine candy? In 2013, twenty sayings were retired and for some of them, you can understand why. Dig Me and Hep Cat are obviously dated, as is Fax Me. They also dropped You Rock, which befuddles me, as I use that phrase a lot. Hmm… Maybe I need to update my verbiage. Number twenty on that year’s drop list was You Are Gay. Seriously? That was a thing?
You should know that NECCO is adding some new sayings to this year’s batch of conversation hearts. You’ll notice some emoticons joining the ranks, which you figure, why not, our vocabularies are shrinking at an alarming rate. This truth must be reflected in our Valentine’s Day confections. They’ve added a mustache emoji. A few of this year’s new sayings are the winners of an elementary school contest. You can tell, as these would be Pugs & Kittens, Girl Power, and Luv 2 Dance. They’re also adding Te Amo, Je T’aime, and BFF.
So before Saturday, head on out to your neighborhood what-not shop and pick up some sweet treats for your BFF, who Luvs 2 Dance. Don’t feed them to your Pugs & Kittens, though, because that will just end with pastel colored puke on your living room rug. Word to the wise.
What are some of the worst pick-up lines you’ve ever heard? Or said? I started thinking about this the other day. Being a chick, I don’t really get why guys can’t just talk to someone like normal human beings. But these pick-up lines are good for a laugh.
You must be from Tennessee. Because you’re the only ten I see. Being originally from Tennessee, this one cracks me up.
If you were a fruit, you’d be a FINEapple. There are permutations of this one like flower/DAMNdelion.
Is your name Sunny? Because you’re hot. Pretty sure I saw this one on a t-shirt someplace.
Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world. I heard Kanye used this one.
If I was a fly I’d land on you. Because you’re the shit. Could anyone seriously think this one would work?
Does this smell like chloroform? Truthfully, this one is just creepy, but it made me giggle. So what does that say about me?
I talked to Mr. R. about this topic. He’s my go-to guy for all things dude. He enlightened me with his personal favorite: I’m the only one in here who thinks you’re pretty, so I’m the best you can do. Don’t get mad at me. I’m the one who thinks you’re pretty. Um, yeah. Good luck with that one.
As we gear up for Valentine’s Day, if you’re out there looking for your ‘happily ever after’ maybe consider just being yourself? You couldn’t do any worse than with some of these clunkers.