The Valentine's Day that was

The year is 1991. The boys have decided to make a Valentine's Day dinner for Amanda and I. The Mom is elsewhere. There are candles, music that isn't Danzig, wine, skirts and button-down shirts. It's all very civilized in a very high school way.

K brings out a giant (bigger than my head giant) plate of chicken parmesan. Assuming it will be shared, Amanda pokes me and whispers, "That's yours, Jess." I giggle. T brings out two more bigger than my head plates. Amanda and I burst out laughing. K brings out a massive bowl of pasta and the final plate. Amanda and I try not to laugh, but not very hard.

"Where's the rest of the pasta?", I ask. Amanda literally snorts. K looks at me quizzically. "Well, I mean, if that bowl's mine, what's everyone else going to eat?" I nod at the two-pounds-of-pasta bowl. Amanda is crying at this point, and the boys have no idea what we're laughing at. The more Amanda laughs, the more I laugh, and the less likely it will stop any time soon.

K gives me a very disappointed look, and I'm fairly certain I've ruined Valentine's Day.

"You guys are assholes", K says, gets up and walks into the kitchen.