Valentine's Day, belated.

Happy (late) Valentine's Day everyone!

Last night to celebrate, a bunch of us went to a wine bar my friend Jamie told us about. I've been wanting to go for a really long time, so I was excited, and we made our way there from the station when half our group was together.

However, one of my roommates had to give me a bad start to the night. When we got to the bar, she took one look in and said, "There's not enough room." I told her I was going to go in anyway, we came there specifically to go there, and I was angry that she had the nerve to take this away from me especially since she didn't really want to go in the first place. But she insisted not all of us would fit, and I finally snapped. I yelled at her that we would go then, and I stormed off, walking as fast as I could toward the station. She called after me but I ignored her, then my friend Caitlin finally caught up with me at a crosswalk. She told me that there was another room with more tables, commiserated with me and waited with me for the others who had not yet gotten to the station. I needed to cool off and this was the only way I could think of.

But anyway, the others finally got there, and we all walked back. The people I had left behind were sitting at a big table where there wasn't enough room for everyone, so my friends Sara, Alexa and I sat at a separate table. Which was fine by me.

We ordered a bottle of the South African red wine, because Jamie had recommended it, and it was delicious. And I usually don't like red wine. It had hints of black pepper in it, and Sara described it as sharp, which I would tend to agree with.

So that was my Valentine's Day. I had a good time once I escaped from the corner I feel like I put myself in during the course of my time here, what with never saying anything to my roommate about her constantly infuriating behaviour. God, I can't remember the last time I was so mad. But after that I had a nice night out with some friends.