Perhaps it was last weekend’s memorable Casa party, or just nostalgia of my freshman year, but this week I’m sharing my first foray into spontaneous international travel. My upperclass partner-in-crime had gone abroad to Florence, and one day while in my sad and deranged state mourning her loss, I serendipitously came across a very cheap flight to Florence. My roommate certainly thought I was crazy, but his approving “go for it, Johnny” was all I needed. Logically, I booked the flight right in the middle of the quarter — Valentine’s Day weekend. Soon enough my phone was “lost,” I came down with a “really bad cold” and I winged my way across the Atlantic for some wine, gnocchi and gelato.
This year, start your own Valentine’s tradition. Go to one of the many quirky, super fun restaurants near campus, places so un-romantic that the odds of seeing people making out over a plate of pan-seared foie gras are about 1 in 8000.
But for the true spirit of the holiday, Roxy advises looking no farther than the bedroom (or kitchen, abandoned classroom, back alley, etc.): Valentine’s Day is a time to get laid — whatever it takes.
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The little things on Valentine’s Day.