I’m not normally a fan of Valentine’s Day – the sappy cards and awkward couples filling restaurants. I’ve worked the front counter at enough bakeries to know that the holiday is fraught with last-minute desperate attempts, usually by men, to find something – anything – chocolate and heart-shaped so their relationship will survive another day. Stand back when two men are in line are both eyeing the last red velvet cupcake. It’s about to get ugly.
And don’t get me started on the couples locked at the cheek calling each other pookie. “Which cupcake do you want to share?” “I know you love the vanilla with the chocolate frosting. And I love you.” “I love you more.” Smooch smooch. Blech blech.
But what’s that rule again? Just add whiskey? I may not love contrived romance, but I am a total sucker for whiskey. Coming home to find my Four Roses vase filled with red roses? Swoon. Skipping the obligatory table-for-two night at a restaurant and heading to a whiskey tasting instead? Pure romance. And I’m not saying I will turn away chocolate. But wouldn’t that chocolate be better with some whiskey in it?
My advice for getting through the day with or without a date? Whiskey. Love's truest form.