The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to no thing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies when everybody' s Movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Yesterday, Dood Abides had a diary desperately seeking V-Day advice. I've also seen some pretty lame lists with suggestions on what to get for that special him or her on Tuesday. So, as a Public Service to all shopping-impaired dKos bunnies, I thought I'd ask folks to post what the best, most romantic present (V-day or otherwise) that they ever got.
And, not to neglect the power of snark, you can also tell us what the worst gift some clueless (and assuming ex-) sap ever unloaded on you.
Shopping advice (and poll) below
Okay, try and top this one folks. It's the first week of March and, being that this takes place in Chicago, there is at least 2 feet of snow on the ground. I am about to finally leave (on a jet plane) the Windy City for good and return home to warmer climes. A "friend" calls to say goodbye and asks if I got "it" yet. When I say no, he has to forego the surprise factor and let me know what's going on. Or, more accurately, what's not.
The delivery guy gets stuck in traffic (did I mention snow) and doesn't make it to my apartment before I have to leave for the airport. Once at the airport, I hear my name being paged. I pick up the white courtesy phone and am told to meet the delivery guy in baggage claim. I race over there. Missed him.
Sorely disappointed, I make my way to the gate. I check in there at the counter and the agent looks at my name and says, "oh, I've got something for you," reaches under the counter and pulls out this:
Okay. Your turn.