This February was host to one of my favorite Valentine's celebration (at least that I remember, sorry Mom)... heart-shaped pizza from PapaJohn's, hand-dipped strawberries by the lovely Pam O., and salad with homemade dressing. Okay, it wasn't the food that made it great. It wasn't that at all. It was the hilarious stories about Quinceanearas and a hot Latino man of the 90's that made it more entertaining than I remember any other Valentine's Day. Maybe I have a weak memory of Valentine's Day pasts (okay, except the time in college I made penne vodka sauce with Viaka - bad idea - and my roommates were the servers... I'm a weirdo). Either way, it was a really good night.
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