Valentine's Day: A Psychological Trial
Just when you thought the holiday season was over, along with its three foundational pillars -- heavy drinking, over-eating, and unnecessary off-days from workouts -- Valentine’s Day hits you out of nowhere. While V-Day certainly creeps up on most, Jon Pearlman is always prepared months in advance, as it is one of three central events celebrated each year at the Homestead (alongside Lyuda’s birthday and the Couple's anniversary).
The modern calendar seems to revolve around the question: which holiday is coming up next? A euphemism for: what’s my new excuse to eat more and get drunk? Or, from the standpoint of the folks choreographing this new-age calendar: how can we suck out more money from these people and make them sicker (less fit) at the same time? Fortunately, AFC is able to avoid most unnecessary holiday additions throughout the year, but, due to an insistence from the Better Half, the Couple goes all out every February 14th.
This year, the Couple celebrated over a three hour-long dinner (mostly talking during this time, as the Couple still adhered to strict portion sizes) followed by a night "on the town." The truly fit understand the repercussions of late nights out, yet AFC made the exception this weekend for the once-a-year event.
The dinner went smoothly, and after the dessert was served at midnight, the Couple headed directly to Royal Ponciana Way, the gathering ground for the Palm Beach nightlife crowd.
AFC hadn’t been out past 10 o’clock in months, and the moment Jon Pearlman set foot into a packed Cucina Dell’ Arte, he was taken aback by the sites, sounds, and smells that awaited him.
He held Lyuda’s hand tightly as he scanned the surrounding faces. They laughed and bantered amid deafening music. They knocked back shots and placed orders for individual pizzas, which for some reason were still being served by the bar's kitchen at that late night hour. Overcome with panic, the Creating Substance founder bolted right back out the door from whence he came, his Valentine’s Day date trailing behind him and trying to calm him.
“They’re just having fun,” the Better Half consoled. “That’s what people do. They don’t mean harm. They’re just trying to connect with new people and learn about them.”
But in those moments, Jon Pearlman was blocked from absorbing these well-reasoned deductions. He had been jolted at his very core, and needed urgently to return to the Homestead for a hot cup of organic chamomile tea – a natural remedy he knew would relieve his anxiety.
The Couple awoke early the next morning for an intense, 35-minute run, the flowing sweat droplets representing a purging of their scarring recollections. But such is the nature of the unfamiliar, Jon Pearlman rationalized some hours later while revisiting the night's events in his fragile state of mind. Next year on V-Day, he will be sure to cut the evening short at the meal’s conclusion.