So when my girlfriend flew into LA last Thursday, neither of us expected a perfect VDay weekend. While we might be extremely sappy people, we are not the type caught up in the general expectation that this was to be a super romantic getaway. So ok, when I picked her up from Terminal 3, there was some wrapped candy under the seat - actually eight boxes of NECCO sweet heart tarts. So ok, we did have the best breakfast ever at Millie's Cafe Friday morning, seated along the sidewalk, ooh and ahhing over each other as much as each dish served in our area. So ok, we did the uber couplely thing of hitting Trader Joe's for supplies to stay in. I would attempt to make pancakes for each morning slept in or for dinner, post afternoon nap. So ok, I took her out for a walk hand in hand after Trade Joe's, but it was while I had my oil changed and she didn't mind one bit. (pic) So it with the bar set so low and with the intent to merely pend time with each other, it hella sucked when