This year will be different. When I left England behind for the land of maple syrup, I decided to leave some old habits there too. Last year’s Valentine’s Day pity party involved six girls in pyjamas, a bucket of Häagen-Dazs, and Bridget Jones trying to find love in central London. We epitomised the stereotypical lonely girl. No more of this! This year I am going to spend my Valentine’s Day like a winner, and winners drink a lot. Who needs love when you have friends and vodka? Like any rational, mature, and well-rounded individual, I will drink myself into oblivion, flirt with everyone (it is the day of love after all) and then wake up on the floor somewhere next to an empty bottle of merlot. In reality, Valentine’s Day will just be a mid-week repeat of every Friday night I’ve had in Toronto thus far. I can’t wait.
