I put my President's Day to good use and worked all day finishing up the new comic. The downside of this was that I burnt myself out and need to take a few days off from the drawing table. So really, nothing was gained.

Valentine's Day was the best Valentine's Day of my life. We went into the big city and spent too much money on a meal. We either showed up too late for our reservation, or we looked too scruffy, but we were seated at one of the two crappiest tables in the house. It was like a little card table, and we both had to sit on the same side of the table otherwise one of use would be blocking the narrow aisle. I hate sitting this way in restuarants, it feels totally unnatural, as if we were eating our dinner on TV or something where we both had to be facing the camera. Aliza got too tipsy and started talking too loudly about the people sitting near us. This is a cute thing she does which gives me a heart attack, because I will be the one who has to deal with the hand-to-hand combat that will most certainly be the results of whatever Aliza has to say. But despite all this we had a blast.

My parents came to Brooklyn to be shown the new place. We made them a nice brunch of bagels and lox, and eggs and lox, and pickled lox, and smoked and kippered lox. Turns out my Dad hates Salmon, so oh well. I didn't realize my Dad was a finicky eater before, I just thought my mother was an unimaginative cook.