While sharing a sumptuous feast of scrambled eggs on my couch last night, Red, my dear friend and faithful party co-host asked, “So are we doing a Valentines Day party this year?”
“Hnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh,” I replied.
“Nothing,” I said after some more dramatic wheezing. “I think the idea is just giving me athsma…but yeah, we should do it!”
Because despite my current aversion to all things romantical, I just cannot resist planning a themed party. And, if I might say so, we do come up with some good ones. Last year’s Valentines extravaganza had an Edgar Allen Poe/Gothic theme, which was quite fun, and my all-time favourite so far was our Winter in Russia party. Borscht and cottage cheese pancakes and furry hats and shot glasses made of ice for everyone! I also greatly enjoyed watching people try pickled herring and sour cream.
So we set our little brains a-storming, and, after discarding a few ideas that were too similar to last year, came up with our top three themes:
Decor: lots of red, anatomically correct heart decorations
Dress Code: Come as your favourite doctor (Frankenstein, Quinn, medicine woman, etc.)
Menu: really fatty foods (steak wrapped in bacon?) Dr. Pepper.
Concerns: Horribly insensitive to people with heart conditions?
If I Only Had a Heart (Robot Valentines Day)
Décor: Tin foil, sprockets, slinkies
Dress Code: Robot Casual, obviously, metallic clothing encouraged.
Menu: Nuts and bolts, Cubed food, sprocket cookies
Concerns: If anyone talks to me about Wall-E, I will cry all night. Seriously, that thing where he just wants to hold hands with someone? Can’t handle it even a little!
Fly Me to the Moon (Alien Valentines Day)
Décor: Tin Foil, Spaceship lights, more tin foil
Menu: All little green foods
Dress Code: Alien
Concerns: Will there be enough tin foil? In the world? We need so much tin foil! (Red is really into the idea of somehow covering her entire apartment with foil)
No matter what the theme, we’re definitely doing secret admirer valentine envelopes again this year. Nothing like hilariously disturbing anonymous messages of lust, or just plain old threats from your fellow partygoers to make your day. Who doesn’t like getting something in the mail?
What say you, internet friends? Doctors, robots or aliens? Who would you rather be surrounded by on chocolate heart day?
What could be better than being a young woman in a vibrant city like Toronto on a Saturday night? There are plays and concerts and ballet to see; restaurants and bars and museums to visit; events and parties and galas to dress up for and always, somewhere, there is dancing.
I’ll tell you what could be better. And I shall illustrate it with the following conversation I had with a good friend at about 7pm on Saturday night:
E: I am being a total loser at home in my pyjamas.
S: This is why we are friends.
S: There is a heating pad on my feet.
E: Saturday niiiiiiight!
When the first real cold snap has whooshed its way up the streets laden with frenzied Grey Cup fans and settled on the city, when you’ve been running around for weeks now soaking up everything the city has to offer, I contend that the very best thing to do in Toronto is a little hibernating.