Best Description of Valentines During COVID Ever

I’m not sure who’s writing these (Sean?) but this is the best description of Valentines (or COVID life in general) that I’ve seen in a while and I thought it should be immortalized within the usual online evanescence.

Yes! Valentine’s Day is coming up!

And as with everything in “these times” it’s gonna be pretty weird this year. In fact, it’ll be an entirely new experience as Valentine’s Day last year fell into the brief 9 or so weeks where 2020 felt vaguely normal.
Now, there’s a chance that you’re one of those crazy romantic types who makes a trail of edible rose pedals for your partner, leading them into a romantic papier-mâché labyrinth constructed entirely from years and years of unsent love letters. In which case, you’ll probably be fine.

But the rest of us, for whom Valentine’s Day is just a pleasant excuse for a little extra closeness, this one is going to be particularly tough. Because think about it: what do you usually do?

Go to that nice restaurant you’d been meaning to try? The one that’s just a little too pricey to visit on the regular nights? That doesn’t seem like a good idea right now. So, you could get takeout, right? But let’s be real: good restaurants make the worst takeout. Your burger places, pizza places, taquerias, Chinese restaurants? They’ve spent generations mastering the art of food to-go. The 20-seat place that’s doing a sous vide duck egg over braised pork belly? They’re insulted you’d even suggest they load something into a box.

Okay, so the nice restaurant is out. Which leaves the other romantic option of cooking a special meal together at home. Or, we should say, what would be a romantic option if it weren’t something you’ve probably been doing for the last ten or so months out of necessity.

And that’s the problem. Valentine’s Day usually means taking time out of your busy schedule to enjoy a little togetherness with that special someone. Well, good news and bad news. The good news is you’ve likely gotten a lot more time together this past year. The bad news is it wasn’t over candlelit dinners; it was with one of you on your laptop at the kitchen table trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to interrupt the other’s super important Zoom call happening about three feet away.