The room was glowing red. Red balloons were hanging from ribbons from the ceiling. And there were red valentines. From back to front. From left to right, ribbons and balloons and valentines hung over the tables, dangling over the heads of the seated diners.
“One for dinner?” a waitress asked.
“Two,” I said. “My wife is outside on the patio.”
“Follow me,” she said as she grabbed two menus.
“Looks like Valentine’s Day came early,” I said to the manager as he walked by.
“It’s been Valentine’s Day since January first,” he mumbled.
“Ah yes. We live from one holiday to another.”
“Yes we do.”