Up in ur woodz, snackin on ur soulz @ nite
Of course, a date with me wouldn't be "A Date with !i$@" without some sort of strange twist. Once we paid the $5 entrance fee and began our little drive-thru, man, the Christmas show was surprisingly... eerie.
I don't know what it was, the darkness, the creepy shadows playing off the trees, the random un-seasonal lights (a bear fishing? Flamingos? Clowns? Those don't scream "holiday season" to me...) or what, but this light show had a decidedly sinister air to it.
"They probably come alive at night and snack on people's souls," I casually suggested to Date, referring to the lights.
"Nice. Not going to sleep tonight!" he says. Haha, mission accomplished.
It was a pretty big park where the light show was being held; we were there driving around for maybe 40 minutes (granted, we were going 5 miles an hour). Needless to say, after all that driving around and whatnot, being simultaneously confused and petrified of the lights and everything, a sista was hungry. So was Date, so on the way to drop him off we stopped at the 24-hour grocery store.
The 24-hour grocery is one of my favorite places, btw. Missing that perfect compliment to your midnight snack? Pick it up at the 24-hour grocery store! Feelin' ashy at 3 am? Moisturize your situation at the 24-hour grocery store! You meet the most interesting people there late at night too, but that's another post.
Anyways. I was really in the mood for a cheese danish (random), which Date had never tried before.
"It sounds like it would taste nasty," says Date.
Then I made an inappropriate joke which I won't type here, but it was pretty funny.
Just kidding!
I said, "Lots of things sound like they wouldn't taste good together: pretzels and chocolate, peanut butter and bananas, and, uh... some other stuff [Sidenote: I drew a blank here, y'all. It was all about securing that cheese danish at this point, lol. ONE TRACK MIND].
"But trust, cheese danishes are oh-so-tasty. Plus, you already know I have great taste in everything--that also includes danishes
." I sure have a way with words.So we picked up this foot-long tray of cheese danish, made our way to the dairy section to get some 1% milk--I'm a 2% girl myself, but they were all out
--got us a 24-pack of plastic utensils, and went to the check out line.Here, an incident similar to what happened at the McD's drive-thru occurred. Except instead of being short of change, we were so preoccupied with chowing down on this cheese danish that, yep, we forgot exactly what it was we came in there to buy at the checkout counter.
We were walking out of the store with our bag, totally anticipating this cheese danish, when the cashier runs out behind us yelling, "Hey! Hey! You forgot a bag!"
The bag that had the danish in it.
D'oh.
Ah well. We ate the danish in the car with our 24-pack of utensils and washed it down with our quart of 1% milk. Yummers.We managed to finish about half of the danish and ALL of the milk; I asked Date to save some for me, but as it got closer and closer to being finished, Date drank the rest of that mess on the sly, like it was a dare or something. Seriously, it was as if I had said, "Betcha can't finish all. this. MILK." And he did. DUDES ::sigh::
Afterwords, Date said he'd never been on so many fun and random a$$ adventure-dates, with his boys OR with other chicks he's dated. Everyday is an adventure for me--what can I say, I'm a fun and random a$$ kinda gal--but I dug what he was sayin'. I've never semi-blown a first date and been asked out on subsequent 2nd, 3rd and 4th dates and had a blast. I wasn't even looking to date someone exclusively right now, but [CLICHÉ ALERT, CLICHÉ ALERT] sometimes it just feels "right," you know?
Anyhoo, that was the night we decided to make it official.
I think it was the cheese danish. Mmmm.
