red letter day

there's more than one reason why i don't like valentine's.  and it's not because of the lack of a significant someone.  that may amount to something, but not exactly in my existence.  i always seem to find my schedule on a valentine's with an appointment to visit a bank.  and visits to the money house isn't exactly my favorite chore.  add to that pissing reality, is this unbelievable traffic that can only occur on valetine's day.  i always, and i say that this never fails in the last four valetine's of my life, somehow get late to an appointment.  this year it was my meeting with aj.  we we're supposed to have lunch.  and i was able to meet her at roughly 1700.  the trip from ayala to megamall took so long i found myself sleeping then waking up and not being there yet.  and when i did get there, this mass of the population decided to grace megamall with their prescence.  along with the banners and balloons and bears and flowers to fully commercialize the season.   given all of these facts, could you possibly blame me for not being a patriot of this day? 

but then, as i was about to pass this day as another valentine that failed me, something happened.  after my very delayed lunch with aj, i went to powerbooks to buy a book.  i've been eyeing this steve berry novel i've seen last week.  so i went back for it.  after i payed for it, the lady who took my purchase gave me a single long-stemmed rose.  i'm not a fan of roses.  i'm more of the lilies type.  but it amused me that my entertaining affection with books could actually be a very galant date on a day so commercialized.  sweet?  could be.  i'll be giving the rose to my mother.