Tuesday, 14-Feb-2023
I’m in a bit of a non-standard relationship situation right now.
Yeah, yeah, shut up I know that’s normal for me. Okay, I get it.
I’m trying, and this is actually working fairly well for both myself, and my partners. That’s right – partners. I don’t often talk about my detailed personal life here, as strange as that is to say about a blog, but… it can’t be avoided when I’m posting two different Valentine’s Day events with two different people.
I’m dating two people non-exclusively – we’ve discussed it in-depth, and this is where everyone’s comfort level is right now. Their lives are a bit crazy and chaotic, and mine isn’t any more normal. You’ll see in mid-March, dear reader, when I post about my upcoming trip to Dublin and the reasoning behind it.
I love holidays, and Valentine’s day is no exception. How to juggle this with two partners, you may ask? Well… it’s easy, when the Universe helps you out. See, my partner Jessie works at a school, and gets out quite a bit earlier than I do. It can be challenging sometimes, since it means she has to go to bed much earlier than I do, but in this case it meant we could do dinner quite a bit earlier on Valentine’s Day itself than I normally would.
I like celebrating, and I love getting to dress up for a fancy event on the town. I don’t do this too often, though, since I don’t have a real occasion to get nice reservations to a fancy uptown dive. Well… if Valentine’s Day doesn’t count, I don’t know what does.
Jessie and I met up early, for a planned reservation at 4:45. Early, like I mentioned, but that meant we had a much broader choice on where to go!
We’d decided on Italian – pasta, specifically. A small restaurant called Allora had caught my eye a week or so ahead of time, and they worked perfectly with the table-times that they had. We met up, posed for a few quick photos, and hopped in the lyft to make our way downtown.


Dinner was, unsurprisingly, absolutely amazing.
Small Italian meatballs as a starter
Nice glasses of a glorious house red wine
Rotini as a main – I got mine with Dungeness crab, and Jessie got hers with seared chicken in a white cheese sauce. We shared quite a bit, as you might expect.


It was glorious, and I absolutely adored having the chance to dress up outside the office, and swirl around on the town for an evening.