...and, of course, I know that that means.
It's a work day for me, as I have to head off to an exhibit and then write about it. It's not something I would look at on my own, I must admit, but has the saving grace of not being related to anything I ordinarily write about. I'm hoping this will lead to orders for other articles on unfamiliar (to me, anyway) topics.
This means I'll miss the Valentine's Day dinner at the local International Order of Red Men lodge. They eat early, beginning the festivities at 6:00. The price is right -- $19.95 per person, "includes dinner, drinks dessert & entertainment" according to the flier stuck in my door last night -- but even the free drinks wouldn't make up for the fact that I'd be sitting there by myself....
I do wonder about the "entertainment," though. What would tickle the fancies of the pretend-Native Americans, anyway? Musicians? Stand-up comedy? A magic act, maybe?
The flier gives no hints. It merely lists the basic info, superimposed over an inexplicable photo of a rose in a vase (low-cost black & white reproduction gives it a vaguely sinister horror-movie vibe) with a starfish and conch shell below. Could the latter two items be "Red Man" totems? Dunno....
It almost seems weird enough to check out.
But I'll be working, and this Valentine's Day will be, as too many others have been, just another day.
I will avoid going into any brick warehouses, though, and will certainly stay the hell away from Chicago.
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