Love is... spending an hour in the Lady's room, standing over your niece, making sure she's ok as she pukes her stomach out, and apologizing to every woman that comes in and wants to know what a man is doing in a stall in the Lady's room with a girl dressed like a naughty schoolgirl (was a halloween costume contest at the bar), then putting one of your best button shirts on over her, backwards, to cover her chest up as her short white shirt kept riding up as you were trying to carry her down a flight of stairs, and nove even worring as she puked on it, then getting to your house, because you were NOT going to take her to her place and dump her on her bed with no one there to watch her, and just throwing everything on the couch onto the floor so she can lay there on her side and not choke on her own puke, then staying awake for the next 4 hours to make sure she's ok. I love my niece, I don't have much family to speak of. I feel bad because I asked her to the show, but, I think someone slipped something into her drink. She'll be ok, with Uncle Aleister watching over her.
