by Courtney Crush
It’s that time of year again. Sweaty palms… jumbled thoughts… last minute mental rewinds… the unexpected quickening of what once went pitter patter as the dinner bell vibrates in the resounding clang of unspoken intimacy, understanding, and validation in four shared hours. “Nervous excitement” will come along once the curtain has already been drawn and there is time to reflect on the absolute greatness and freedom that came to pass at Underground 2012.
Valentine’s Day comes and goes and what memories survive the firesetting of Cupid’s arrows gone awry are more likely than not lost in the gifting and not much of a memory at all. It serves optimistically as an opportunity to correct the most egregious mistakes in gifting that closed out the previous year. I don’t mind crossing my fingers for you star crossed lovers out there. Romance is an art. I believe in Art. I believe in Love. I believe in Magic. As for February traditions? I believe in ArtLoveMagic.
