The best Valentine’s day: It was a surprise. Hepcat took me to see L’Atalante, this incredibly romantic French film made by Jean Vigo in 1932, at a short-lived tiny repertory movie house called the Van Dam (I think). He knew it was one of my favorite films ever. Still is.

Second best: Drinks at the Tiki Bar at the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco.

The worst: Hepcat woke up with hives barely breathing after we slept on new, unwashed sheets from Ikea.

We spent much of the day at the Methodist Hospital Emergency Room. He still calls it the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. The day his wife tried to kill him with sheets.