Well, dear readers, I’m feeling very romantic today, aren’t you? I’m just all aflutter and atwitter with romance, aren’t you? Cupid has shot an arrow into my butt cheek and I’m seeing hearts everywhere. Fourteen people have already tried to kiss me and I haven’t even left the home environment yet. Wait – I know what this is all about! Why, it must be Valentine’s Day, a day of merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. A day of smooching and fondling and cavorting with your sweetheart. Or, if you don’t have a sweetheart then it’s a day of smooching and fondling and cavorting with your very own self. Oh, I’m feeling gloriously glorious and gooey and grand. And so I say to all you lovely people out there in the dark, be my Valentine, My Funny Valentine. Speaking of My Funny Valentine, yesterday was sort of a day. I got up, I shipped a big box o’ music to dear reader elmore, I did several errands and then began proofing a new novel – I got four chapters in. I also did work at the piano, made some telephonic calls, and answered a lot of e-mails. I got everything organized for the Hollywood Collector’s Show – DVDs, CDs, books, and photographs are now in two boxes and ready to bring to the Bur of Bank come Friday morning. I then had to toddle off to a meeting for the charity event I’ve been asked to help with. I brought them up to date on my end of things, but the entertainment portion is a little in flux until the next meeting, so I’m holding off on even approaching the two people I’m thinking about. They seem very organized and there are a lot of people doing a lot of work on this event. After that, I came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched zero count them zero motion pictures on DVD. I got home too late to really begin watching anything, but hopefully tonight I’ll be watching an early Lubitsch musical or two.
I tell you, I have the Valentine vibe. I’m plucking my heartstrings as I type (no mean feat). I just smooched my can of Diet Coke. I am playing the Music Of Love on my iPod. I am prancing about in my Valentine’s Day outfit of colored tights and pantaloons with a big, pink heart on the rear end. I’ve said I love you to the birds in the trees and also the trees in the birds. I’ve said I love you to the man in the moon and the woman in the window. I feel like frolicking with the squirrels and the beavers, not necessarily in that order. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about, speak it now or forever hold your piece or, at the very least, your peace.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst cupid dons its gay apparel.
Today’s luncheon with Mr. Jason Graae has been pushed to Monday on account of Valentine’s Day. So, I shall continue proofing a novel, and then I shall have an early Valentine’s Day supper of artichoke HEARTS, HEARTS of palm, and a HEART-shaped main course.
Tomorrow, I’ll be up bright and early to do day one of the Hollywood Collector’s Show. I do hope Mr. Courts remembered that I asked to sit next to Mr. Bert I. Gordon. It won’t be any fun if I’m not next to someone I know. Well, it will be fun no matter what, but MORE fun if I’m next to someone I know. Mr. Nick Redman will be coming down for a while and I think a good time will be had by all.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, proof a novel, pick up a package or two, think pink, eat some candy hearts, and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your all-time favorite Valentine’s Day – who was it with, what did you do, and what did you eat? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and do remember to be my Valentine.