Table for one, please

So I hate Valentine's Day. I don't know what's more depressing...this whole holiday that I can't take part in or the fact that I'm so pathetic as to waste my energy hating it. It's a toss up. This year I decided to...surprise!...plan an event-ish thing for the single gals. While this usually consists of drinking until we can no longer feel the pain (which I'm sure will still happen) I thought it might be a nice idea to get some girls together for a spa day. I know while I'm sitting in a hot tub or getting deep tissue massage or wrapped in seaweed, I'll be relaxed and at able to escape from my "worries" even if for an hour (just like Kelly and Brenda on that eventful trip to the spa...but hopefully it won't spur the onset of an eating disorder- you're so not fat Kelly!). However, what I fear is the buyers remorse that will come afterwards. If I get this everytime I buy a pair of earrings, what's going to happen when I lay down $100 and all I have is a memory? I need something tangible. Maybe a sticker? Or a t-shirt? "I paid $100 for a 50 minute massage and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
R.