Well a happy Valentine's Day to all. Hope yours was fun and romantic. Mine was, well, typical for us. I did all the planning, and thought I did a pretty good job of it. I bought us tickets to the Cirque de Soleil production, Corteo up in San Diego. That would be the most fun thing we've done in over a year - but only if we could actually GET there to see it.

Getting Steve out the door is like getting a four-year-old - no make that four-year-old TWINS out the door. "Steve, are you taking your shower?" "Steve, are you dressed yet?" "Steve, it's almost time to go, have you walked the dog yet?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there!" So, although I hoped to leave the house at noon, it was actually 12:45 when we walked out the door. We took the new Baja 2000 road to Otay Mesa, and saw the shortest line ever - we thought it would take only 20 minutes to cross (since I freakin' CANNOT GET a SENTRI pass from my government...) but our lane was sloooower than slow, so it took 45 minutes. We crossed about 2:15 and were supposed to be at the Del Mar fairgrounds at 3:00 for a 4:00 performance. There shoulda been plenty of time. OK, well, there shoulda been ENOUGH time.

So I said, I bet traffic will be bad as we get further north, so let's just head there directly. We can get a hot dog at the show. I mean, that was the smart thing to do. We were headed that way when I had to call our friend about meeting for dinner. When I got on the phone and was distracted for just the teeniest little minute, next thing I knew we had left the freeway, headed for a mall. 'Hey! Where are you going?" "We're gonna stop and get a bite." "No, we don't have time for that." "Sure we do, it will just take a minute." In Steve's world, which runs on Steve time, there is ALWAYS enough time to do everything you can think of, no matter what. That this bears no relation to reality does not bother him much. Bothers me plenty. I wish I had been driving.

We stopped at Taco Bell (because we apparently don't get enough Mexican food in Mexico), which was bad enough, but then he got the food to eat THERE. "Hey! We don't have time for this, don't you get it?" "Sure we do, it will just take a minute." Well, it took from 3:00 to 3:25. Now I'm totally pissed off, we get in the car and head north again. Shockingly (WHO could have predicted this, I wonder?) now there's a lot of traffic, 'cause it's rush hour on VALENTINE'S DAY and everyone left work early to get home to their sweetie. Again, WHO could have predicted that? Well, me for one.

Now I'm getting really anxious that we're gonna be late for the show, when Steve says, "Oh, shit, we're running out of gas! Just hit reserve! Unbelievable!" Sure enough, the reserve light is on, and damn if it isn't MY fault he didn't notice we're running out of gas. I'm exasperated, but I say, "I think the reserve tank will take us at least 30 miles. Let's just keep going north, we know there's a gas station up at our exit and we'll be close to the show." "NO! I don't trust this gas gauge. I'm getting off at the next exit, we'll get gas and only lose a few minutes." Now it's so late we don't HAVE a few minutes, but there's nothing I can do, I'm just along for the ride. I'm upset, but I'm trying really hard to keep quiet about it. You'd think Steve, WHOSE FAULT THIS ALL IS, would be grateful, at least just a little, but you'd be wrong. He's now screaming at me about how this is all MY fault for not getting him out the door earlier, so we'd have lots of time for screw-ups like this and why can't I learn how to deal with his time problems!!" We're driving around like morons because apparently we took the ONLY exit from the freeway that does not have a gas station anywhere around. We drive and drive in circles. Time passes. 3:45. 3:50. 3:55... now it's 4:00 and the show is starting and we're still looking for gas.

God knows he'd never ask, so I roll down my window and imploringly ask a woman in another car for help finding a station. "That way" she points. "Follow me!" Bless her forever. We would NEVER have found that station, we would have run out of gas at the side of the freakin' road and I would have committed murder. Did I mention it was raining? And cold. Really, really cold for San Diego.

We get gas, I walk the poor dog, who is traumatized by having to listen to Steve screaming and cursing and carrying on like a lunatic. He's a beast. (Steve, that is.)

We arrive at the show 20 minutes late. Steve snarls, "I'm dropping you off - I'm staying in the car with the dog!" I guess this was supposed to be a punishment to me? "FINE!" I say. "Fine. Just get me to the door and get lost."

So I missed the first 30 minutes of a 2-hour show. Sat happily in my 5th-row seat enjoying the show just fine by myself. After a while Steve came and sat next to me, looking sheepish, but not enough to suit me. He grins at me, takes my hand, which I try to pull away, kisses my hand repeatedly, whispers how sorry he is, what a jerk he is, how sorry he is, he's a moron.... I shrug and turn my attention back to the amazing show. LOVE any Cirque production. The flyers - they're the best part. How I'd love to fly. Makes me reconsider all my career choices....

During intermission Steve buys me pink champagne, kisses my hand some more, apologizes some more. He tells me he sat outside and watched all the other couples that arrived late - they walked separately, one of them looking totally pissed off. Just like us! What can I do, I'm kinda stuck with him and stuck ON him. We enjoy the rest of the show, and have a really nice Chinese dinner after, then make our way back to Mexico, too tired to do the horizonal tango, but happy to have seen the show.

This time last year I was flat on my back in a hospital bed recovering from a broken back. So I'm very grateful to be strong and mobile again. That could have ended very badly for me, but it didn't. Every Valentine's Day we've been together before that we went dancing. I miss dancing very much. There's not much of that where we are. I guess if we want it we'll have to set it up ourselves, but we're too busy writing our books just now.

This has been the story of Melinda and Steve's 2008 Valentine's Day - hope yours was a lot less dramatic!