A bride running in front of the Love sign
Valentines Day. Schmalintines Day.
Yah, I admit it, I am probably the non-biological offspring of Ebenezer Scrooge except the Valentine's Day version. I'm a bigger fan of Easter because at least I have reason to stuff my face with Cadbury Eggs. Mmmm...Cadbury.
Last weekend one of the gals at work began complaining about having to work Valentines Day.
I told her, "I purposely scheduled myself to work Valentine's Day."
She laughs, "You're so funny" as she shows hints on her face hoping I am joking.
I tell her with a stern tone, "No, I'm serious. I always schedule myself to work it." She stands up and awkwardly walks away probably thinking how sad and bitter of a person I am.
So even I surprised myself for wanting to visit the Love Park in Philly. I had seen the bright red sculpture pop up in tons of people's photos.
Love Park is located across from Philly's City Hall. It famously gets its nickname for being home to the Love sculpture created by Robert Indiana during the seventies.
After skipping up the Rocky Steps, I asked my friend who is SUPPOSEDLY a Philly native if we were close to the sign. "No, we're pretty far." Boo freaking hoo, or rather Bah Humbug if I am still playing my Scrooge alter ego.
We walked the scenic Benjamin Franklin Walkway, and in the distance I saw the sculpture. I turned to my friend and yelled, "I thought you said it was far away!! Isn't that Love Park?" "Uhhh, ohh yeah, I guess it is. Hey, I gotta go pee, I'll meet you at the front of the sculpture." I smirked, "TMI dude, TMI."
After being harassed by a homeless man wanting to take my photo in front of the sign in exchange for money (No matter how many times I read that last bit, it still sounds like I committed some heinous crime),and waiting for an entire wedding entourage to take their lovey dovey pics, my friend finally showed up from his extended "pee" break.
I say "Let's go! I'm over it! Let's find some Philly Cheese Steaks!" and I was back to my Scrooge self.
