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02.17.98.2     Valentine’s Day was going to be different for me this year.  Although, my significant other is miles away, constituting this to be a long distant relationship, it would still be much better than last year.  Although, I try not to pry negatively on the past, last Valentine’s Day was not such a great memory; it just plain sucked.  My girlfriend, at the time, and I got into, yet, another fight, and all plans got ruined; utterly destroyed.  Reservations to an exclusive restaurant, plans to go dancing out afterwards, all resulted to me having dinner with a couple of my buddies at a local diner talking about mental health.  Anyway, that was last year, and after many months of ummm.. reconditioning, life is different.

Well, it is Valentine's Day again and I had a dozen red roses sent to Liz.  I have never had flowers sent to her before, and I am pretty nervous about this.  First of all, this being a new-ish relationship, the flowers are being sent to her workplace.  Some people do no react very well receiving flowers at their workplace; others do.  I guess some people do not like to show their personal side as much.  Others like myself, cannot help but to do so.  Secondly, I am nervous about sending roses, cause they are very aromatic.  And, hopefully, this will not kick up her asthma. <smile>

She works in this grocery store on St Charles Place, in New Orleans.  This was going to be a busy day for her.  In addition to it being Valentine’s Day and her receiving a dozen roses, it is the start of the Mardi Gras.  The start of the celebrations will begin with a parade going up St Charles Place.  Needless to say, she will have her hands full.

It was about 3PM when I returned home from running a few errands.  The red LED is flashing on the CallerID unit noting a message is waiting for me at the trusty Rochester Telephone Voice Mail System.  It's Liz.  She's ecstatic thinking that I am so thoughtful...sending her a card on Valentine's Day.  A card?  A card?  My mind is being preoccupied by the roses.  Quickly, I remember sending her a card in the mail three days prior.  She sounds so happy and utterly grateful.  The message concludes and there is no mention of the roses.  A warm glow develops from within knowing that the best is yet to come...

<big smile>
I get the call later that day </big smile>.
 

The fourteenth of February also marks the middle of the month, therefore leaving only fourteen more days until her arrival to New York State, and terminating the long distance status in our relationship.  Am I nervous?  Sure.  All the excitement will start when I drive down to New York City for the final weekend of the month, and pick her up at JFK airport.  I figure we will just hang out with my parents for a couple of days, and shoot back up here Tuesday night.  We already planned that I will take her out somewhere simple on Tuesday night for dinner, and maybe rent out a video, and chill out for the evening.  The next day, I will return to work, get hassled by coworkers <smile>, and probably call home a lot.  This reminds me, can someone send me a mailnote that day about teaching Liz how to check the Voice Mail.  Thanx.

Oi!
 

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