I've always referred to Valentine's Day as DMROW Day (drink myself retarded on whiskey)... although I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, this day always, always without fail, inspires me to drink myself into a stupor. A 'celebration' (or a mourning..) of my lame-ass singleness. I'm about over it. Throwing rocks in the Missihippie+ drinking whiskey would be most excellent. Haha.