Red all over the place- roses and bleeding (not quite, but almost) hearts and red candles that even seemed to have red flames and red cutlery too. The only other colour was the bright green and gold that was draped over the chair, hiding unseemly flesh in a wanton manner- the cupid was being slung with a ruddy, red arrow, alright. No, how could I forget him, cheesier than the cupid could ever hope to be, complete with the glitz and bling and bloody accent?! I adjusted the camera, trying to tone it down a bit, somehow. It was the third anniversary of their third date (or some such) and they wanted the pic clicked. I am sure they love each other. Next year, though, won’t you ask them to please floss the candy and spare us all? Or rent the place and keep us out or take the show home? Am I spewing venom because I was never treated to such, ever?