It’s not every year we get to celebrate Chinese New Year and Valentine’s Day together over Presidents’ Day weekend. On Friday, we invited my co-residents over to wrap some home-made dumplings and watch the opening ceremony for the Winter Olympics. The show turned out to be a long, drawn-out hodgepodge of cultural and environmental themes which really only piqued our interest when the flame-lighting mechanism in the finale malfunctioned. Over the weekend, we returned to NYC to play with the many babies that my married friends have been popping out, and also to ring in the year of the tiger at home with the traditional tea ceremony, red envelopes, and our favorite coconut-milk nian gao. Back in Boston, the continuous coverage of the Vancouver games have kept us hooked like junkies. Somehow, the folks at NBC have managed to infuse enough drama and suspense to make even a game like luge addictive to watch, assuring our lack of productivity for the two weeks to come.