Friends Like These

Suprisingly, Valentine's Day was quite lovely. My dad text messaged me while I was at work for the first time ever! He wished me a happy one and told me he loved me. Being the sap that I am, I teared up some. Then Ritz, who serves double duty as sister & best friend, sent me an e-card with a most beautiful note. After hearing all the "aaahhhs" and "ooohhhs" from the braggers at work receiving flowers, I felt content with my gifts. When I left work I was unsure of how the evening would play out. The color of the sky was almost flourescent over a sea of cars on the highway. On the verge of darkness. Then the phone rang. My darling uncle invited himself over to help me shovel snow. He brought flowers and took me out to a new Hibachi restaurant. I think it was an an attempt to change my sullen mood. Why so sad? Well, the day before I had canceled on a few romantic interludes with a gentleman. I guess you can say we were or are or were dating. The problem is I have known for some time that he isn't "the one" (sorry...for lack of a better term). It's weird how these realizations about people happen at lightening speed in your 30's. I'm fine with my decision... just beaten up by this whole dating thing or maybe it's the snow... my back hurts from shoveling 3 days in a row. Gotta love those city plows. Anyway, my uncle and I ate like kings and laughed like queens. It was the best. During that time I received calls from my mom, my cool cousin "John," & another best friend, "Elizabeth." Ok, I have a lot of best friends, so sue me.

Tonight, I am sipping a really sweet 2000 merlot from Strong Island in preparation for my little jazz project. It's delicious and as that warm sensation caresses me, I wonder if I can make it through another irrelevant holiday. Of course I can with friends like these.