Ah, Valentine’s Day. Another useless, overly commercial holiday where people run out into the great wide world of opportunists and make an art form out of consumerism.

That being said, I enjoyed my holiday. More to the point, I’ve enjoyed my whole week out of work. I feel a little better knowing that I now have the time to get a few things done. Like meeting the Fab 5. Yeah, the guys from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy! They did this promotion with Virgin Megastore for their new CD, and Vince went out and purchased it so I could get an armband. The armband allowed us to stand outside Virgin on Friday night for two hours for the opportunity to meet 5 of the most famous gay men today. I want you all to know that I got to kiss, and be kissed by, Kyan, Thom, Jai, AND Ted (and as the woman behind me kept screaming, “Kyan is so HOT!” – with extreme emphasis on the word “HOT!” Of course, my constant reply was, “Yeah, but he’s GAY.” Oh well, I tried.).

Carson was the first boy I met and I was totally unprepared. The security at the event gave you about two seconds in front of each person before they ushered you on. So yeah, after two hours in the cold, where my toes were nothing more than blocks of ice in my non-winter shoes, I hadn’t thought of something witty to say to Carson in the whole two seconds of time I was allotted.

However, Carson was on HIS game so I was thoroughly complimented on my sweater (which was repeated by 4 out of 5 gay boys) and by gay boy number 2 I had found something interesting to say. And managed a few kisses. Nothing compares to my make-out sessions with Jimmy (he’ll ALWAYS be my number one gay boy!!!), but it made my night.

Of course, Vincent had no interest in being there so he did his best to take pictures around the security guards (usually failing). Here’s what he was able to snap:





That night I also got to see opening night of 50 First Dates – that new movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. The reason I bring this up is because Vincent actually cried. And I want you all to go out and see the kind of movie he connects to. It’ll be an experience. And at the very least, it’s an enjoyable romantic comedy…

After the movie we were supposed to meet up with Mel and Andrew, but Mel couldn’t hold her liquor at dinner (some things just never change ) so it was just Vincent, me, Andrew and about a million Penn grads in town for the Penn game. I reconnected with David, who received a ride from Washington D.C. to Philadelphia from us about two-three years ago and we dropped him off right ON I-676 because the traffic was so bad. I also got to see Brian (remember him, Michelle?), who was once of the belief that I am a lesbian. I don’t know if that’s changed, but I guess it’s good that he wasn’t around for the $40 transaction that occurred last time Andrew was in town.

In any case, we drank a fish bowl full of alcohol (which is incidentally how Andrew got this alligator):



I had a good time – even if Andrew kept trying to cop a feel to determine if I really got my nipples pierced!

And the only other thing I have to show you guys is this:



I was there when Jeremy Roenick took a puck to the face and broke his jaw. It was unreal. I mean, you’re always accustomed to all the heavy hitting and all that is beautifully aggressive about the game of hockey, but that much blood is usually not an occurrence. Then about thirty seconds later, another “star” player, Primeau, was taken out of the game for taking a hit to the face.

I still hold to my opinion that hockey is the most beautiful, graceful violence I’ve ever encountered, of course.