Hoodie-Footies and hot chocolate? Perhaps on a desultory October evening when the leaves begin to fall. How about a candlelit dinner at (insert favorite splurgey restaurant) to commemorate who-knows-what? Oh God, don't you do that already? Well then, what about a (seashore, lakefront, storefront -- think Breakfast at Tiffany's) walk, followed by s'mores or a clambake, a bottle of Chateau Lafite or a can of Coke Zero? Kind of pedestrian, kind of anytime.
No, no, no, this is Valentine's Day, the holy day, of, in the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, lovers, dreamers and, um, me (and presumably, hopefully, for you as well). Mindful of Paul Valery's painfully-true contention that "Love is being stupid together," how about ten poems and ten paintings that celebrate the art of being stupid together? Come on, just this once.