I stayed over at Lestrade's the night of the 14th (no, I am NOT going to tell you about that part) and then most of the 15th as well. Mrs Hudson looked after the boys ("Just this once, dear, I'm not their nanny"). Lestrade arranged the whole thing. I had no idea; I thought we were just going out to dinner.
We did do that as well, at the Pizza Pit, which was decorated with anti-Valentine's black crepe streamers, black hearts, and Love Hearts in bowls on the table that said things like You Suck, Fuck You, and Bite Me. I wonder if she gets them made up specially; I've certainly never seen them in shops. Professor Pizza's girlfriend was there helping out, and they seemed quite happy in their shared loathing of the holiday.
(Myself, I've always rather liked Valentine's Day, though I have been mostly single for it. I think it's rather nice to have a holiday devoted entirely to love, even if it's commercialized love evinced by sickly sweet chocolates and heart shaped doilies, which I suppose makes me an unbearable sap, but there you are.)
We shared the Lovers Pizza, which is basically a bit of crust, cheese, and sauce used as a vehicle for massive amounts of roasted garlic. Why Lovers? Because you won't be kissing anyone but each other for probably a good week after you eat it.
After dinner, we walked for a while. It started to rain, and Lestrade pointed out a gazebo in a tiny little park, and we made for it. Someone had carelessly left a chocolate mousse cake just sitting there in a box on one of the benches, complete with forks and napkins, so of course we disposed of it safely down to the last crumb.
(I have no idea how he did it. Misuse of police resources, I suspect. ♥)
I must go for now. Real life is back in force in the form of Phobos being ill on the carpet. More tomorrow.
We did do that as well, at the Pizza Pit, which was decorated with anti-Valentine's black crepe streamers, black hearts, and Love Hearts in bowls on the table that said things like You Suck, Fuck You, and Bite Me. I wonder if she gets them made up specially; I've certainly never seen them in shops. Professor Pizza's girlfriend was there helping out, and they seemed quite happy in their shared loathing of the holiday.
(Myself, I've always rather liked Valentine's Day, though I have been mostly single for it. I think it's rather nice to have a holiday devoted entirely to love, even if it's commercialized love evinced by sickly sweet chocolates and heart shaped doilies, which I suppose makes me an unbearable sap, but there you are.)
We shared the Lovers Pizza, which is basically a bit of crust, cheese, and sauce used as a vehicle for massive amounts of roasted garlic. Why Lovers? Because you won't be kissing anyone but each other for probably a good week after you eat it.
After dinner, we walked for a while. It started to rain, and Lestrade pointed out a gazebo in a tiny little park, and we made for it. Someone had carelessly left a chocolate mousse cake just sitting there in a box on one of the benches, complete with forks and napkins, so of course we disposed of it safely down to the last crumb.
(I have no idea how he did it. Misuse of police resources, I suspect. ♥)
I must go for now. Real life is back in force in the form of Phobos being ill on the carpet. More tomorrow.
8 comments:
This is so absolutely sweet it's rotting my teeth just to read it.
Do NOT let go of this one, John.
Actually, I've seen quite of few of those things here n the States. I've also joined the merriment of hating Valentines Day. (It's not really about hating being single. It's disgust at commercializing love)
Aww, sitting underneath a gazebo and eating chocolate mousse. How romantic. (Misuse of police resources can be overlooked if it for romantic reasons!)
After seeing yesterday's message from Lestrade, I thought he might have kidnapped you and held you for ransom ... er, that you might have stayed over at his place. Nice to know I was right.
I'm glad you got a bit of a break and were able to celebrate Valentine's Day (or denigrate it, as the case may be) with that special someone.
I want a Lestrade of my very own!
Lestrade should have his own blog to give advice on how to be a good boyfriend! <3 And come on! Tell us about the rest of the 24-hour-date! :D
i am all swoony over the pair of you. ♥ ♥ ♥!!!!!
Trills - I don't plan to. :)
Book Geek - I've decided it's not misuse if it was in service of that cake. It was amazing.
Lawless - It was a lovely break, though I'm glad to be back now. It's odd, but I think I've never had a better job.
Random - He has two brothers...
Lupe - Ha! I would love to see his blog. It'd be much more interesting than mine, full of murder mysteries and and so on. True Crime is very popular these days, he could be a star!
justblue - I may have swooned slightly over that cake.
Someone left a cake out in the rain?! I bet you can get the recipe again, however. :)
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