This year, it was my turn to plan Valentine’s Day festivities.  Hopefully I don’t have to remind anyone of why I plan Valentine’s Day every year automatically – but just in case you forgot:  it was because we spent our first V-Day as a married couple at Hot Dog on a Stick at the Gateway Food Court.  Zach planned it.  And that is why I plan every Valentine’s Day from now until forever.

I have done some design work for my sister-in-law over the past few months and she compensates me with credit at her brand new spa in Layton.  I decided to book the Luxe sweet for an 80 minute massage the day before V-day, as to somewhat avoid the crowds.

You get this suite all to yourself:  a tub, a private bathroom with a shower, a fireplace, and a patio (this obviously is more beneficial in the warmer months).  First we got the couples massage.  By the fire.  Pretty freaking romantic.  Towards the end of the massage they started filling up the tub for us to soak in after.  That is the selling point in my opinion.  Nobody likes to drive home from an amazing massage covered in oil – slipping and sliding all over the place.  After our massages were over they ‘left us alone to relax’.  Normally, I would cringe at the thought of how many people have gotten down in the suite – especially the tub.  But Zach and I were too busy doing fantastic dance moves all over everything.  You might recognize this move: which I learned from my girl B at the Super Bowl Halftime Show.  I know…I look just like her.

Then we soaked in the tub.  We got to relax for 30 minutes and then showered off all our greasy goodness.

Yes, I vined it.  Like I need another source of social media…

Beyond Spa Vine

Just a few photos of the gorgeous checkout, with all the product that we created.

The actual holiday we both had to work, so we spent the majority of the day apart.  I did wake up to this sweet gift, however.  I have been wanting a Nike+ FuelBand forever.  But I never actually asked for one.  Sometimes I think my husband can read my mind…or maybe it is just impossible for me to be subtle?  Regardless, he knows me too well.  I am not a fan of roses in general, so instead of flowers I got Reeses’ Eggs.  He rules my world.

After work was our official V-Day celebration.  I had made a reservation for us at Ruth’s Chris downtown for the two of us.  I got all ready at work in the staff restroom – I got all dressed up in my emerald silk maxi skirt and even put on lipstick.  You know it’s legit when you put on lipstick.  The only reason I am referencing this is because of the events that follow afterwards…

We had the most delicious dinner.  Nobody cooks a steak like the dudes at RC.  Nobody puts that much butter on a steak, either…which ended up in lovely puddle that just missed my napkin on my silk skirt, but it gets better.  Promise.

I let Zach open his card and gift from me as well – he got stretchy pants.  He’s been talking about buying cycling shorts forever, and I just went out and got him a pair.  How hilarious is walking into a cycling shop and saying “can you show me where the stretchy pants are, please?”  It got weird.  Zach got some other super high-tech cycling stuff too, along with my favorite skinny tie of all time.

We finished our meal and debated on whether or not to get an over-priced dessert or to get something on the way back home.  We opted for the latter:  a chocolate and strawberry shake.

Then…the drive home.  The great part about a ‘fancy dancer’ restaurant is that you get refills of your Diet Coke before you’ve finished even half of your glass.  Truth be told, I couldn’t even tell you how many beverages I had because of the swiftness of our waiter.  Between down town Salt Lake and our home in North Salt Lake there is a stretch that we take [Beck Street] that only has two gas stations.  A sketchy Chevron where crack heads hang out and a Tesoro.  I made Zach stop at the Tesoro because I had to go to the bathroom.  Long story short: they wouldn’t let me use the restroom EVEN when I offered to buy a 12 pack of Diet Coke [which is why I got here in the first place, obviously].  So we left, for the Chevron.  Someone was using the bathroom already, and the gas station attendant wasn’t being very helpful.  I weighed all my options, realizing that it I was either going to pee my pants in the car [there were no cups or bottles of water or anything I could use] or I was going to have to stop on the side of the road, like a homeless person.  So, I made Zach pull into a prominent Utah construction company’s parking lot, ran behind a shipping container, and pulled up my beautiful silk skirt [with butter all over the front].  Basically, the classiest Valentine’s Day ever. At least I was wearing lipstick.  

The only thing that could make me feel better?  That chocolate shake.

Hope you all had fantastic Valentine’s Day!