Judging by the explosion of pink, rose motifs and pseudo-romantic paraphernalia at the gas station it apparently was Valentines day? Or yah know, it's just a regular sunday, possibly one where you're nursing a hangover at church! Jesus and wine will always be there for you, don't you forget that my fellow single guys and gals!
To protest this hallmark holiday I'm staying far away from anything that suggests I have date plans. I had a big night at my ride-or-die Danielle's birthday the night before so I legit just went to church with a minuscule hangover and Justin Bieber stuck in my head. I spent the rest of the day recovering and making (failed) chocolate lava cakes before braving the journey back into town (where I literally felt queasy when I saw so many bunches of flowers*) to have single galentines dinner. My favourite go-to 'ehhhhhhhdunnoooolowkeykilllllmeeee' outfit of white shirt, black jeans, black pumps paired with a statement lip and eye-bag deterrent sunglasses did the trick.
Sorry (not) I'm to Valentines day what the Grinch is for Christmas.
*note to fellas, flowers in bunches are SOOOO pedestrian get her an arrangement in a box or a cute plant. Red roses with baby's tears wrapped in cellophane is a dump-able offence