There's no point in denying it I botched dinner.
I got her a gift, which was well-consulted upon and very thoughtful. It went over well (a basket of vert de bamboo scented bath items from The Body Shop, with a gift certificate for a massage tucked surreptitiously inside).
But I screwed up our dinner plans. This screwage is a direct result, as it turns out, of not making dinner plans; I am told that this is a fairly dependable causality relationship. Calling around to neighborhood restauraunts in the "way too damn late" timeframe did little in the way of improving the situation.
Erin and I discussed my incompetence on Wednesday. We decided to just make it a regular dinner at home; we had already exchanged gifts (and flowers were on the way) so our debt to St. Valentine's Day seemed filled.
On the way home, it struck me that I could get home early, swing by the grocery store, get some food, light some candles, and salvage the evening. There would be wine! Romantic lighting! Appetizers! Dessert! I would be a hero!
Except, you'll note, that I thought of this on the way home. I was already on the road, at the usual hour, ten minutes into my trip. Even if the gods of Highway 101 smiled upon me, I'd be home a good 20 minutes after Erin (to say nothing of stopping at the grocery!). No heroism for me.
Fifty minutes later, I was home. It turns out that Erin had been struck by the same inspiration that I had had.
But and this is why she is great she was able to make it happen.
I love her.