Theroux paints a portrait of a man [Edward Gorey] who lived a fairly solitary existence by choice, friendly, generous, and apparently comfortable with strangers, but strongly preferring to be alone most of the time. Valentine's Day can be barf-inducing when you are single. Since I am generally of the single-variety, I have gotten used to that yearly barfy aftertaste. So I was pleasantly surprised this year when this dreaded day didn't suck?! Wha...?!
For starters,
Suzanne the Cake Fairy delivered some tasty treats to a lucky few (I'm not worthy) and I promptly ate the entire thing! Yum! I hearts you Suzanne and I am so glad your love of Valentine's Day doth spilleth over onto my plate!
And then sweet Katie left roses on my stoop?!?! Flowers, pour moi!?! Crawford got so excited that he knocked them over. Take me back to Puerto Rico Kate, the ocean misses us!
And then there were some thoughtful cards that are now sitting atop my fridge, and even some emails and texts from far off loved ones.
Damn, it turns out that you can be a solitary old maid AND enjoy this stoopid ass commercial holiday too?! Thank you modern life, thank you.