I thought it would be prudent to look back on a V-day date the I had blessed my wife with.
Here is what not to do.
The low point of my V-day dates was our 3rd or 4th year together. I decided to surprise her with a "special date". Note to guys, if you are going to surprise a woman with anything you should probably run the idea by another woman first to see if it is a good idea. That simple task would have saved me hours of "listening" later on and about 200 dollars. I was given many hints over the weeks leading up to the 14th that I should make a res. or pick out a place for us to go. I filed that task right behind the pile of laundry on my floor and the 3rd electric bill notice on my coffee table. V-day comes and I panic, nothing planned and no res. I call around to the usual restaurants and get the answer you would expect as well as some non solicited advice as to why procrastination is bad (thanks dick).
Plan B- I decide to make her dinner. I'm a fairly good cook, no really I'm pretty good around the kitchen so I'm not to worried about this part, but if I only have dinner she'll be like "thanks for the home cooked meal, where is my present". I'm now getting totally jammed up and starting to feel resentful, (this is where I make my fatal mistake) Fuck this. This day should be for both of us, not just the woman. Oh boy was I wrong and would learn that V-day is truly only for the woman. Anything that a man gets on V-day is buy product of what the woman wants. So in this angry stupor I call my boy who works the ticket window at the Philadelphia Spectrum (local sports arena). He hooks me up with tickets to tonight's one and only show. Ok we're set, this should be great.
Dinner- D comes home and asked where we are going, I tell her chez Prendergast. She shoots me a slightly disappointed look but plays along well. Dinner goes off without a hitch and she's loving it. I tell her that I have something special planned for the rest of the evening and she gets really excited. She says she loves surprises "what should I wear, a dress?" This is where I started to feel a little uneasy about my choice" I tell her know it is more of a casual event tonight. We get in the car and we start to drive to the Spectrum. As we are getting closer we are getting passed by very large pickup truck mostly with Delaware and Jersey plates. I shit you not one truck had a full rebel flag flying out the back. She starts to get suspicious and I am starting to feel like shit. This wasn't a good idea. She keeps asking if its a concert or show and I keep changing the subject. I just want to make it into the parking lot and into the arena before she finds out what I have done. As we turn the corner to pull in there on the huge jumbo tron monitor in neon green lights my genius pan is revealed to her. "MONSTER TRUCK JAM TONIGHT ONLY" OH shit, I'm screwed. She was pissed but taking it rather well all considering. We got out of the car and in a not so pleasant voice asked me if it was going to be loud. I said no (I didn't pay for the tickets so they were probably going to be pretty high up) not more than ten steps later we pass a guy on the street selling ear plugs which of course I had to buy her. We walk up to my boy at the ticket window and he hands me the tickets and says "I hooked you up". As we walk in we are ushered to our seats in the first fucking row, the trucks are literally in our face. Just as we sit down Grave digger starts its engine up and starts doing donuts in front of us. Darryl says "I want to go". Low and behold we stay for 45 minutes of ear piercing, dust filled, gas fumed filled V-Day fun. She was not impressed.
Long story short the next weekend I take her to an expensive dinner and give here the necklace to make up for my mistake. V-day is and will forever be for the woman in the Prendergast house hold. Choose wisely this year men.
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