So we decided to watch a movie. And they were sold out.
So THEN we went to the bookstore. And meandered. I LOVE meandering in a bookstore.
me·an·der–verb (used without object)
1.to proceed by or take a winding or indirect course.2. to wander aimlessly; ramble:
Our meandering landed us in the humor section. I settled down with a Calvin and Hobbes collection, and My Man selected a book on useless information. (No. Really. That was the title.) We read comfortably - separately - in silence.
(I love companionship reading. It bespeaks familiarity and pleasant company. There aren't many people with whom I can companionship-read.)
(By the by, we have totally different taste in books. Though we both loved Percy Jackson.)
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Then we went to the travel section and planned a future-trip to Europe. We decided we want to see EVERYTHING.
Then we got some froyo.
Then we made out in the car.
On a side note, when we were dating in college, TWICE a police officer came and tapped on the window while we were parking in the wee hours of the morning. (And no, we weren't doing ANYTHING, I swear.) Both times the cop asked me if I was there against my free will. It was pretty dang funny.
So on our date this week, we were planning on what we'd say to a hypothetical cop if one hypothetically tapped on our window.
My Man liked this one: "Officer, I have four kids at home. I just wanted to kiss my wife!"