I got several Happy Valentine's Day wishes via text message yesterday, but only two cards. One was a store bought greeting from my mom, the other handmade from my favorite niece, Kimber. (OK, I only have one niece, but still...)

It reads:

We wish you a happy Valintines day
from: Kimber
to: Uncle Tobey

My little nephew must be part of the "we," but he failed to sign his name.

As a gift to myself for Valentine's Day, I finally took my Jeep to get the windshield replaced! It's had a 3 feet long crack in it for nearly 2 years. It was bisected nearly completely from one side to the other, as if it was telling me I'm old enough for bifocals.

I'm not sure whether it was coincidental or especially planned for Valentine's Day, but my friend James took me to see the new show at The Mirage, Terry Fator. It was fantastically funny and entertaining-- quite possibly the best show I've seen in Vegas. His impersonations were fantastic, and his ability to do while ventriliquating-- I doubt that's a real word but it gets the idea across-- is amazing. The highlight of the show for me was Vicky, a bit of a Mrs. Robinson, an older lady proud of her cleavage and her conquests of barely-legal sex partners.

There were only a few minor problems with the show. The first was that it started a couple of minutes late. I like punctuality. The second was a rather depressing performance, sans-puppets, dedicated to military veterans who miss their home while they're away. It was a sentimental touch, I suppose, but definitely a drag on the laugh factor. The third bothered only one person, I suspect: James. He was very disturbed by the "E" in Terry Fator's neon marquee. Apparently the block letter's assymetrical horizonal lines was beyond forgiveable.

Afterwards we attended a house party with 15 or so other friends. There was much drinking as gory anti-love slasher movies played on the giant-screen television. I tried convincing people to jump into the pool naked, just for the temperature shock, but everyone declined. Except Trent, who was very intoxicated. Sadly, we had no towells with which to dry off afterwards, so the naked jump into the frigid pool was cancelled.

Overall, it turned out to be an OK Valentine's Day. (I won't embarress anyone by mentioning how much they threw up after drinking very little. James.)