Valentines Day has always been a blasé holiday for me. It neither depressed me as a single person or excited me as coupled person… until 2 years ago. It was my boyfriend and I’s first official date after our first official kiss, a long line of first officials taking refuge on the Hallmark holiday. I didn’t expect much but wowzers. He found the one restaurant in all of Miami owned by Spanish Northerners (my family is from Asturias, the north of Spain) and then we ended up talking for hours. It really was the stuff of dating magic. We pretty much coupled off right after that but haven’t celebrated the holiday together since.
Why, you ask? To preserve its magic? Nay. His job, which he started right after he nailed our first date, takes him to NYC every year for an event. In a twist of fate, 2 years later, I wound up freelance marketing for this company and last minute (one week prior) needed to attend. Life really throws twists and turns at you, but I’m all about it.
So, this year, we had a NYC Valentines. And while it’s record-breaking FREEZING, it’s still that New York magic. Although I’m a Florida girl at heart, I don’t mind isolated shots of New York hustle, even with my Valentines.
I was a big Sex & The City Fan (until they made all the movies), and I’m not ashamed to admit I feel like Carrie Bradshaw writing about love, looking out at the NYC streets and waiting to be taken out by my… Aiden? Yes, Jaime would definitely be Aiden (a choice Carrie should have made but moving right along).
The evening was a complete surprise. I was expecting dinner and instead we walked to a small takeout spot. Here we quickly enjoyed Mediterranean rice bowls overlooking the streets until we made our way over to the theater. I'll let the photos say the rest.
I think we may have been the only people watching Les Mis for the first time. It was such a wonderful play. Pack snacks though, it's a long one.
Right after this it snowed.
Fancy theater wine in Les Mis takeout cups. The most expensive cup of wine we've ever had. Worth it.