Happy V-day

Valentine's Day is a strange 'holiday'.
You don't get the time off, there's no stat pay, guys usually forget about it until they hear it on the radio that morning, and no one really knows the history of it.

Was it because St. Valentine defied a ban on marriages, performing the ceremony illegally? Did he actually sign love letters from jail signed "from your valentine"? Did those crazy romans and their gods, such as Juno, goddess of women and marriage, have anything to do with it occuring on Feb 14th? (For those of you interested in celebrating roman traditions, tomorrow you get to get to celebrate the hunter of wolves). And how we went from pagan gods and dead martyrs, to chocolate and lace underwear is a bit of a blur.

But even though this historically tragic holiday hasn't yet involved any foresaken love (albeit forsaken sleep - I had to be at the tram by 5:45 this morning for training), it's been a surprisingly nice day: Got to borrow the van so I could come back and take a nap before I work tonight, ate a valentine cookie at 7:30, was given an amusing card and chocolates when I got back (I was a bit shocked I have to say), and am now enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee. My cycisim may be broken yet.

And for the ladies who were pleasantly surprised with a display of lurve, like myself, there is a way you can make it up - SteakandBJ day. At least we know the history of this holiday...