Considering that I spend most of my Valentine’s Days with a fifth of Jack and a hangover, I wouldn’t label myself as an authority on romance.  That said, there was a pair of furries getting hitched in Dolores Park yesterday and it was the most goddamn romantic thing I’ve ever seen while holding 24 ounces of Budweiser.  It went something like this: there was a bunch of people dressed as chickens, bunnies, a rabbi, a dude in a wedding dress, devils, and human beings standing around until a panda was led into the park while a dinosaur wielding a bullhorn followed.  Whatever, just another day in Dolores Park.  Next thing I know they are standing on the median on Dolores, the rabbi says some words, then the bride tackles the pandas and they start rolling around the grass kissing.  Traditional marriage.