Cynical Nation

Last night's Valentine's dinner was at the top of New York's Ritz Carlton, with fantastic views of the Hudson. The menu was champagne and... chocolate. Just chocolate.

I'd never seen so much chocolate in my life. It was everywhere, huge chocolate sculptures, chocolate fountains, even the tabletops were made out of chocolate. There was chocolate fondue at our table when we arrived, served over a bed of M&Ms. There were tortes, mousses, puddings, cakes, cookies, truffles, and pretty much everything else you could imagine.

My first thought was that this was what the afterlife must be like if you've led a good life and never voted for a Republican. I was already looking forward to doing it again next year. Then, an hour later, I never wanted to look at another piece of chocolate in my life. After I got home, I had to order a large pizza just to get my body chemistry halfway back into wack.

Ugh. It was a great night, and I don't regret it, but... ugh.