that time I met Saint Valentine six years ago
Well, not “met” him exactly. Any conversation would have been one-sided because he died some time in the third century. The thing that struck me most about the old Roman priest was that he (or his handlers, more likely) could hella accessorize. I’ve never seen anyone else wear their name and title written on a ribbon and glued to their forehead, and that gold-framed glass box? Fabulous. I also love the rather piratey scull-and-crossbones motif arrangement of his remains. Other bones may be hip (for example, the hip bone) but nothing is as majestic as a buck-toothed head with a sticker. Happy Valentine’s Day Everybody!
