Happy Valentine’s Day
Two years ago, I proposed to May, and she said yes. We had driven all the way up to Eureka, CA, because it was the only place where I could find a hotel room available for the night. Problem was, the Travelocity booking system did not work, and we ended up having to sleep at Samoa Airport, a former military base for blimps that had been converted into one of the weirdest bed-and-breakfast places you could imagine. We had dinner at Samoa Cookhouse, the last surviving lumberjack camp style cookhouse in the West, eating a set menu while sharing a table with the locals. Not exactly my definition of a romatic setting! So I waited until we went back to the car, played a Stereolab CD, and proposed to a bemused May who could not really tell if I was joking or not. I was not. Tonight, I cooked French raclette for her, which is pretty much the only thing I can cook beside crepes. Happy Valentine’s Day!
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