Oh, who am I kidding? That is a blatant lie. Liar, liar, pants on fire!
I may serve my caviar on roasted fingerling potatoes with French champagne, follow it up with a filet that melts in your mouth and end it with sweet homemade cupcakes, but I'll do it wearing sweatpants and shuffling around in fuzzy slippers. Cut me some slack - my apartment has hardwood floors! It's cold!
If you're also more comfortable in sneakers than heels, you may be interested in my low-cost V-Day day-date, which can be read over on La.Cityzine.com.