When I say I'm in love you best believe I'm in love L.U.V.

Our Valentines Potluck went well, so much chocolate was consumed! The house smelled so damn good, there was a lot of clove and anise in the food and wine and Jason was burning his juniper incense. Afterwards we went to the Paranormal Formal which was spooky/sexy/fun. A lot of rad outfits and makeup, also the projections on the wall were fucking weird, they were apparently of some movie from the thirties or something called Freaks which basically showcased various sideshow freaks and weirdos and was outlawed or something for a while. It was eerie.
Valentines Day itself was all around rockin'. We went to see Poor Boy and man oh man I love Zuppa. Those guys are crazy talented and I love the way they tell stories. They really know how to play with your emotions, they'll portray something serious in such a strange fashion that it takes a minute to realise how moved you are by what's happening.
Then we went and got some food at the Wooden Monkey which is always delicious and also features highly dramatic waiters. I felt like I was supposed to applaud him every time he refilled my water.
On the walk home we took the warm-cut through Scotia Square and I took some pictures of Neil in that crazy-psychedelic elevator they've got. I tried to take off his shirt but he wasn't havin' it (it is also like being in a fridge in there).