Valentines Day is undoubtedly commercialized. It's a Hallmark holiday disguised as love. Flowers, dinner reservations, paint-by-numbers romanticism. I didn't celebrate the holiday in the traditional gag-me sense, and my Valentines Day in Paris was nothing special, yet it was nothing less than spectacular.
I made breakfast, I cleaned my bathroom, I washed dishes, I took a walk, I bought flowers for my roommate, I ate a panini along Boulevard Montparnasse, I met up with friends, I chit-chatted, and I had a pint of Affligem while I watched Madrid defeat Barcelona. When everyday is like Valentines Day - who needs a holiday to celebrate love?