Not to Make This A Completely Negative Blog, But I Don't Like Valentine's Day

I'll start off with something positive. Andres and Spencer are home and I'm loving it. I like my job and I like my classes, and I'm doing well. Life is good. Today, I skipped my first class, went to my second class where I watched The Kids Are All Right, and I liked it. And then I went to my Jewish Studies class, went to Savanna Grill for some drinks and some delicious fish and chips. Awesome day.
But then Valentine's Day had to aim its stupid representative bow and arrow right at my bubble and burst it. Savanna Grill is great because it's cheap. Half off drinks and appetizers after 8 or 9 pm, some reasonably early hour, every night. Except Valentine's Day. Because restaurants make ridiculous amounts of money because every couple has to try and make February 14th special every year so they go out to a restaurant to have a romantic evening. Don't get me wrong, romance is cool. Going out to dinner is awesome, I do it all the time. But the fact that it's a huge custom to go out, buy flowers, jewelry, chocolate, puppies, cars, houses, however grandiose of a gesture you're trying to make, I think is unnecessary. And I'll say I'm also all for buying these things for a loved one if you are able to financially. But don't do it just because you're pressured to by a holiday.
For one, it strains relationships. Every couple has expectations going into Valentine's Day, and a lot of the time, it's just a normal night out to dinner followed by normal sex. And the next day is even more normal. A lot of couples probably think, "man, why can't we be romantic on Valentine's Day, it's supposed to re romantic."
In My opinion, romance is cool because it's unexpected. Make me a steak dinner and sex me up without warning any day of the week, and you are the most romantic person I've ever met.
And getting back to the most important part: stop going to restaurants for this so-called holiday. Because I want to spend 20 dollars at savanna grill for dinner and two beers, not 32.92.
Finally, I'll clarify that I think a steak dinner and sex is very romantic. That is way more intimate than waiting for a table at a restaurant for an hour for crappy service and buying flowers that will take up valuable vase space and die soon.