February 15 is the day after the roses are sent, the cards signed, the chocolate eaten. It's the hangover of Valentine's Day.
On February 15, I went to a party at 1927 College Street (one of many) and hung out with my future husband. Ten years later, after a dog, wedding, house and baby, here we are. One helluva hangover. Who knew Jungle Juice could lead to so many right decisions?