Valentines day for most of the masses is shared with loved ones who spend their hard earned money on candy, cards and over priced floral arrangements. My usual Valentines Day consists of my dark bedroom, a bottle of vodka, the Mommy Dearest DVD and a suicide hotline. But this year I refused to lurk in the shadows of single depression and embrace my single status. So, I decided to take the bull by the balls and hit the streets out with my chic friend Brenda. My friends over at People - Food and Viva La Rock were having an event called "More Lonely Than Loved" a play on the title of Dan's book, "More Lonely Than Alone". It was appropriately advertised with a pink flyer depicting a black ink-moustached cock busting through a red paper heart valentine. While my friend Brenda always describes Valentines Day as, "the day we realize what we don't want." I realized that I did not want to miss this party no matter how loud Mommy Dearest was screaming.

The party was held at Spaceland in Silverlake. If you have ever been to Spaceland, it is best described as a dark, underground fun house where the undiscovered 'Modest Mouse' love to play. Normally, a tiny-t with jeans and 20 bucks would apply, but tonight I put on the red lip gloss, the bottle of Jamesons in my purse and made sure my faux pompadour was extra high. I was ready. Upon entering the dark but vibrant bar, I stumble into Dan who was looking dapper in a baby pink polo shirt with white pants. Almost like the captain of a cruise ship, this master of ceremonies was passing out glitter letter stickers while breaking hearts. Both boys and girls alike had Joan Jett shags, which is a staple of the trendy hipster scene.

For the most part, people were keeping to themselves. The night was young, drinks had not been consumed, yet. The maudlin crowd was almost too cool to converse. It was not until everyone had their cocktails that things started getting live. There was a free Photo Kissing Booth that you could use to capture those drunken memories, you could smoke cigarettes to your hearts content in the back and there was a $3.50 PBR on tap. Only one word comes to mind, heaven.

The dee jays were DJerk and DJ Dirty Talk who spun a clever mix of Aphex Twin and Johnny Cash. The band, The Shys opened the night with a sweet set of punk indie rock. The boys were appropriately dressed in tight jeans and black t shirts. Then The Gray Kid preformed. Part Sage Francis, part Iggy Pop, They Gray kid is a white MC and a star in his own right. Covering Dead Prez's "Hip Hip", the crowd was in full effect, bouncing to the ounce and singing along to the Gray Kids melodies. As he darted back and forth across the stage with bravado, I fell in lust. After his set, I almost walked up to him and said, "I want to wake up hungover with you.", but I didn't. I calmed my primal urges, took a long hard look at the crowd, finished my Jamesons and had Brenda flag a cab. Flowers or no flowers, no sex or no sex, I am happy I went and would not have wanted to spend my Valentines Day any other way.