feeding the ducks is my favorite

What’s Between Us

Summary: Requested by @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics:  For your fluff week, could you please write a Steve x reader fic where the reader breaks her arm or something during a mission so she has to stay in the tower to heal. After a while she gets really bored and glum so Steve takes her out to cheer her up? Maybe by taking her duck feeding or to the zoo or something.

Word Count: 3,254

Warnings: None.

A/N: One of my favorites ever. I hope you all enjoy <3 

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Stepping into the common room, Steve couldn’t help the affectionate smile that bloomed on his lips. You were sprawled on the couch, looking every part the most miserable person, groaning at the roof, head pulled back on the armrest. Your broken arm was in a cast, resting on your chest, the TV’s remote thrown on the floor right next to the arm you had hanging off the sofa. The television was still on, but you weren’t paying attention to it, and Steve suspected it was because you were bored.

He walked forward and cleared his throat, letting you know he was there. That sound made you sit up and you spun your head around until your eyes met. Steve grinned.

“Are you doing okay?”

You glowered. “No. I’m bored as all hell and there’s nothing to do in this stupid place that doesn’t require both of my hands.”

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burslprots  asked:

What are your thoughts on autumn? Is it your favorite time of year? Do you prefer the Halloween aspect of it, or the changing colors and sweater weather part of it?

“Autumn is a lovely time of year. It is my favorite, believe it or not. I enjoy watching nature’s last fretful and violent push to remain alive. The leaves…they flash brilliant colors in a desperate attempt to feed their host before dying and draining away. The grass turns hues as if to express their sorrow. The sun ducks bellow the horizon earlier to escape from the cold. But it is not for the Halloween aspect, goodness no. I remain far, far away from the mentioning of such a holiday. It’s an unsightly time that Anti feels entitled too simply because he stabbed a pumpkin a few times.”

Dark gave a snorting chuckle, but it sounded surprisingly warm.

“Idiotic boy. I enjoy the colors and the fierceness that the earth can provide. Sometimes we forget and take for granted that the world is such a cruel and changing place.”

Where I'm from poem

Where I’m from poem
I did a “where I’m from poem ” for class and this is what I came up with let me know what you think pass it along.
“ I am from ports and exhaust smoke 
From sideshows at red lights and the hyphy movement
I am from the lower projects with drug dealers outside 
And from the gentrification that put me and my family outside 
I am from the corrupt crooked police that serve us
And from the city that occupied the Streets for shooting a unarmed black man lying on his stomach
I’m from beautiful sunshine and perfect weather 
From turf dancing around and feeding the ducks and birds 
I am from a beautiful lake that oversees the oppressed and the wicked 
I am from diverse and happy souls who surround my heart 
I am from the eyes of visionaries with lenses 
I am from the “whats my favorite word ”
I am from the young killing the young 
And from the homeless living in tent city 
I am from the delays and traffic on bridges 
And from the pot holes in the street 
I am from the oak tree and broken backyards 
I am from the west side”

-Deion Higginbotham


YA Lit Meme: [7/10] Series or Books » The Iron Fey by Julie Kagawa

On my sixth birthday, my father took me to the park, one of my favorite places to go at that time. It was a lonely little park in the middle of nowhere, with a running trail and a misty green pond surrounded by pine trees. We were at the edge of the pond, feeding the ducks, when I heard the jingle of an ice cream truck in the parking lot over the hill. When I begged my dad to get me a Creamsicle, he laughed, handed me a few bills, and sent me after the truck.
That was the last time I saw him. (…) Not long after my father’s disappearance, Mom moved us far away, to a tiny little hick town in the middle of the Louisiana bayou. Mom said she wanted to “start over,” but I always knew, deep down, that she was running from something.
It would be another ten years before I discovered what.


This is a follow-up to “Firelight”…


“Dinner was amazing, as always, mum. Thanks.” Harry said, standing up and taking his dishes to the counter where Anne was starting to clean up.

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” She replied, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “What do you and (Y/N) have planned for the rest of the evening?”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe watch a film or something. Since Gem’s gone already.” He shifted, trying to keep his voice normal. He had something else planned, but he didn’t want anyone to know about it yet.

“Well, Robin and I will be out pretty late.” Anne said. “So you two will have the place to yourselves.”

Harry nodded, returning his mother’s kiss before walking into the living room. He leaned against the door frame watching you as you sat on the couch playing with the cat. You had been begging Harry for a cat of your own, but he wasn’t really down with the idea.

“All they do is scratch!” He had said. “If anything, we should get a dog.”

“They don’t just scratch!” You insisted. “We can get a sweet old cat from a shelter or something; one that’s already trained.”

He stood there now, recounting your conversation and smiling to himself as he watched you talk to the cat as if it were a child. Something in his heart swelled, picturing you with a baby of your own. You had been dating now almost three and a half years, and marriage and children were definitely two subjects that got brought up regularly. 

Harry had known very early on in your relationship that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Something about you had just felt different to him - a good kind of different. The only reason he had waited so long thus far was because you had been so young when you started dating and he wanted to make sure that you were both ready.

You heard a shuffling sound behind you and turned to see Harry watching you.

“What?” You asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Harry replied, shaking his head and coming into the room. “You’re just beautiful and I like looking at you.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at him. ‘You’re dorky.”

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head and then sat down on the floor next to the cat. “You wanna go for a walk?”

You turned to look at the window which showed just how dark it was outside. “Now? It’s dark…and cold. And I’m pretty sure it’s snowing.”

Harry chuckled. “That’s why I told you to bring a warm jacket. Come on, come out with me. I want to show you something.”

You reluctantly left the warmth of the fire-lit living room and stumbled out into the cold, December air in one of Harry’s over-sized coats, and mittens that you had borrowed from Anne. Harry grabbed your clothed hand and the two of you started walking down the driveway.

“Where are we going?” You asked, trying to adjust your body to the sudden temperature drop.

“My favorite spot.” Harry replied. “It’s not far.”

After about five minutes, you recognized where you were. Though it looked much different in the winter, it was a place that you and Harry had come often over the course of your relationship. It was a small park, with a pond in the middle. In the summer, there were ducks you could feed. Now, it was covered by a thin layer of ice. However, there were Christmas lights strung throughout every single tree, illuminating the rest of the park.

“Wow.” You exclaimed as you stopped. “It looks so different, but it’s beautiful!”

Harry didn’t respond, and when you turned to see what he was up to, you saw him staring at one particular tree.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” You asked, coming over to him and linking your arm through his.

“You remember this tree?” He asked. “The first summer I brought you here?”

The memory came back to you almost instantly and it caused you to blush. There had been many a summer night makeout session against this tree; one in particular that could have ended awkwardly had anyone else walked by during that time. After that, it had kind of become your spot to go when you wanted to be alone, just the two of you.

“This is the hanky-panky tree.” You replied, with a laugh. “Or…almost, before I stopped you.”

You saw Harry smile at the memory. “Yeah, there was that part. But there’s something else about this spot that I’ve never told you.”

“What’s that?” You asked, leaning your back up against the tree.

Harry took your stance as an invitation and pulled himself to you, placing both hands on your hips and leaning in close.

“This is where I realized I loved you.” He said in a husky whisper.

You felt your heart swell as he held you. In the still of the evening, all you could hear around you was the sound of falling snow and the soft breathing between the two of you. You could have stayed leaning against that tree forever.

“You remember two Christmases ago in front of the fire at moms? You remember what I asked you?” Harry contnued.

You nodded. “You wanted me to promise to spend next Christmas with you. And I freaked out momentarily because I thought you were going to propose.”

You both laughed softly. 

“You remember what else I said?”

You tried to recall the entire conversation, but Harry jumped back in before you could say anything. “I said that maybe one of these Christmases, I would be down on my knees asking you something else.”

And then Harry was kneeling in the snow in front of you, holding on to one of your hands as your face began to register what was happening.

“I…really, really love you.” He said. “I’ve known it since the moment I first held you under this tree and I’ve never felt any differently since then. The only thing that has changed is that now I love you even more if that’s even possible. And I want to come back to this tree every year to remind you, and I want to bring our kids here and our grandkids. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

You were crying at this point as Harry reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small box.

“Oh my God!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth with your hand, letting the tears flow freely.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?” Harry asked, opening the box to reveal the beautiful ring.

You barely let him get the full question out before answering him. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Harry!”

A huge smile covered his face as he stood back up and picked you up in his arms, twirling you around. When you stopped spinning, he leaned in to give you a kiss and you gladly returned it, pouring all of your love and passion into it, trying to show him how happy you were and how much you loved him.

“Do you want the ring?” Harry asked, setting you back down on the ground.

You nodded, pulling off your mitten, not even worried about the cold. Harry took the ring out of the box and carefully slipped it on your finger. 

“It’s yours.” Harry said.

You threw your arms around his neck again and pulled him close, burying your face in his neck and savoring the moment.

“So am I.” You heard him whisper. “Forever.”

Tears started welling up in your eyes again. 


fucksythe  asked:

hi there! i'm trinnie and my favorite color is orange, my favorite ship is currently bughead, my favorite flavor of ice cream is probably just plain vanilla, and i have a cat; 4 of them actually! (1 domestic that used to be a stray, and 3 stray cats that we feed outside), but we also have 2 boston terriers!

Hi, lovely! Ooh not many people say orange I’m glad you’re giving orange some love. Oh my goodness you are at one with all the animals I love it - we used to have two ducks that came to our lawn that’d we’d feed with anything our lizards didn’t eat I loved that. Thanks for sharing 💜

Best Buds Part 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2700

Warnings: Angst…oops.

Note: Sorry that I’m not sorry about the angst! I intended to add smut to this part, but it just didn’t call for it. So enjoy the angst. muahaha.  Part 7 is going to be the last installment of Best Buds! It’s been a blast!

Tagging the usual lovelies: @divinitycas @honeebeecas @faith-in-dean @abaddonwithyall @ilostmyshoe-79 @bovaria @mrsjohnsmith @mysupernaturalfics @aprofoundbondwithdean @bkwrm523 @feelmyroarrrr @ami212 @slowlywithfreedom @winchesterprincessbride @teamfreewilllovesyou @nathaliabakes @jensensfreckleddick

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Dean ignored you for most of the next day. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and didn’t even eat the breakfast you made for everyone. He’d leave every time you walked into a room and locked his door, which he usually kept open. You were wracking your brain, trying to figure out what was wrong. To you, the sex last night was intense and mind-blowing. Maybe you had been reading the signs wrong. Was it possible he wasn’t into this deal anymore? Did you say something out loud that was meant to be just a thought? Did he think you were in love with him after last night? You didn’t even know what you were feeling. The only thing that mattered to you was keeping your best friend in your life.

Castiel asked to hang around for a couple days and you were glad to have a friend to keep you distracted from the constant pestering your brain had in for you. Although Castiel often had his head in the clouds, he was also observant to details. He noticed you weren’t acting yourself and when you brushed him off when asked about it he didn’t pressure you to divulge in it any further. A few gusts of wind later and Cas was standing in front of you with a game board in hand.

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Clockwork Angel {Sentence Starters}
  • "If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?"
  • "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."
  • "Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."
  • "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?"
  • "There was a time I thought we could be friends, ____."
  • "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"
  • "Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination."
  • "There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it."
  • "Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?"
  • "It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them."
  • "You're on fire. You do know that don't you?"
  • "Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?"
  • "One must always be careful of books,and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."
  • "It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind."
  • "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion."
  • "You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh."
  • "I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness."
  • "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done'."
  • "It isn't against the Law to be an idiot."
  • "Is this how it's going to be from now on? I'll be the odd man out?"
  • "It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved."
  • "Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book."
  • "Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal."
  • "Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things?"
  • "Dreams can be dangerous things."
  • "Love is not something that can be wasted."
  • "It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was."
  • "Where are you, you disloyal bastard?!"
  • "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?"
  • "I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything."
  • "I'm getting the oddest feeling that you're enjoying this."
Gifts your friend/family member who just had a baby really wants

- Day 1: To be left alone. I get it, you are so excited to see the baby. Well she either spent some time and a significant amount of effort pushing it out of her vagina, or it was cut out of her. Both situations are exhausting. Give her and baby and Dad a chance to rest unless she asks you to be there.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

- Day 2: Something other than hospital food. And whatever she didn’t bring to the hospital that she needs- a phone charger, a nursing nightgown (I hated trying to nurse in the hospital gown, plus wearing my clothes made me feel like a person instead of an invalid), real coffee, a toothbrush, etc.

Originally posted by piratevanrock

- Going home: The first couple days at home are the hardest. This is another time that is less than ideal for a visit. Everyone is adjusting and it sucks. The best thing you can do is to send encouraging texts and order them delivery food. Nobody wants to be doing dishes right now. It was hard for me to arrange visits because I needed to sleep when the baby slept- if you do come over during this period right after going home from the hospital, drop food off, do a quick chore and leave whether or not they are awake. Socializing will come later.

Originally posted by edigarledezma

- Week 1-2: Life with a newborn is harder than anything I’ve done yet, and it’s the type of hard you can’t understand until you live it. The first two weeks are the absolute worst. As someone who previously had all their ducks in a row and had their shit handled, this is a time where I had to ask for help. I couldn’t do laundry or dishes, I couldn’t even make myself food. All I did was nurse the baby, and try to sleep when he slept. So, when you go see your friend/family member and the new baby, there is a baby holding tax. Things that are appreciated:
+ food- either a full meal for her and Dad, or food that she can eat one handed while feeding the baby. Some of my favorites are little baggies of grapes and berries, granola bars, and mixed nuts.
+ chores- dishes or laundry or pick up some clutter
+ pay someone to clean their house
+ take out the trash or recycling
+ bring diapers/wipes or groceries
+ take care of their pets- let their dog out or take it for a walk, scoop the catbox or feed the fish.
+ hold the baby while the parents take a shower, take a walk, eat a meal, or take a nap. My baby sleeps the longest when he is being held, and it’s so nice when my mom or mother-in-law hold him and I am able to take a long nap.
+ mow their grass or water their plants. My houseplants really took a beating when we brought the baby home- my airplant died. THE AIR. PLANT. DIED.
+ Snowdrop is our first baby, but if someone is bringing home baby #2 and onward, I’m sure help with the other little ones would be MUCH appreciated. Seriously, I don’t know how people have a newborn and a toddler or preschooler. Y’all are magic.

This is my first baby and I’m only 3 ½ weeks in, other mamas feel free to add anything that you would have appreciated when you brought your babies home!


At last, Harry was finally home. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loved being able to travel the world and visit all kinds of foreign places and meet new people, but none of it could ever quite compare to Holmes Chapel. Now that the band had a few much needed weeks off for the holidays, he was relieved to be able to spend some time back there with his family and friends. And he was over the moon that Louis agreed to come along for the trip too.

Harry and Louis spent the day watching holiday movies like Love Actually and The Holiday with Gemma while Anne practically force-fed them food. Harry’s mom loved having her son home and she adored Louis so her motherly instincts were on overdrive. Later, they drove around town, just the two of them, listening to The 1975’s latest album as Harry nostalgically pointed out some of favorite childhood places: “That’s where I used to ride my bike…and that’s where I crashed it. Mum and I would feed the ducks in that little pond. Oh and over there is where Johnny and I had that unfortunate incident with the paint and potatoes…” Louis had of course heard these stories before. This definitely wasn’t the first time Harry gave him the grand tour, but he found it endearing when his boy got all nostalgic like this so he just nodded his head, smiled fondly, and let him ramble on.

The sun was starting to set, lighting up the sky with a palette of purples, pinks, and blues. As Harry was pulling into the driveway of his parents’ house, he had an idea. “Hey Lou, it’s such a beautiful night…what would you say to some star gazing?”

“Harry it’s freezing,” Louis shivered for dramatic effect.

“Please. It will be fun. We can cuddle up under a big blanket. Just the two of us in that big open field behind the house. It will be so romantic. Like a movie moment! We’ll have a laugh finding inappropriate shapes in the star clusters, then gaze into each other’s eyes, and you’ll have no other choice but to just have your way with me,” Harry smirked feeling very proud of himself.

“Well now when you put it like that, how can I say no?” Louis fluttered his eyelashes and shrugged.

After going inside to grab a warm blanket and some tea, the two looped their hands together and made the trek to the open field. They settled on a nice grassy spot against a tree, rolled out the warm blanket, and sat down intertwining their limbs and snuggling into each other.

“Did you know I had my first kiss over there? It was pretty steamy” Harry teased, pointing down aways toward the small trickling creek.

Louis rolled his eyes jealously, “Yes Harold I know. And if I have anything to do with it I’m going to be the only one kissing you in that spot, or any other spot for that matter, from now on.”

"I love when you get jealous. It’s cute. Don’t worry I have no intentions of kissing anyone else,” Harry nuzzled his nose in Louis’ feathery hair.

They stayed like that for a while waiting for the sky to get darker. Occasionally they would reminisce on some of their favorite memories from the past year. But most of the time they sat in silence, enjoying the complete tranquility of it all, Louis absent-mindedly twirling his fingers in Harrys hair as they nodded in and out of consciousness.

“Hey, Lou, wake up. Look at the sky. Isn’t it beautiful?” Harry nudged the sleeping boy’s arm. And he was right. It was a crystal clear night and the sky looked like it was dotted with thousands of diamonds. You wouldn’t get a view like this back in London that’s for sure.

Louis moaned and groggily opened his eyes. After a few seconds something caught his attention and he quickly sat up “Haz, look, did you see that!? Was that a shooting star? I think it was, that was a shooting star! I’ve never seen one before!” His baby blue eyes lit up and a giant smile spread across his face.

“I know! saw it! Are you going to make a wish?” Harry asked, adoring how innocently childlike Louis’ reaction was.

The older boy thought for a second and shook his head, “No. I don’t think so. I have my dream job, I’m well off, got great friends, and best of all I even have you, don’t I? Not really much else I could ask for is there?" Louis blinked up through his eyelashes and poked the dimple on his boyfriend’s beaming cheek.

Harry tickled him to the ground and placed a sweet kiss on Louis’ lips, seeing a whole different set of stars this time. They spent the rest of the evening just like that: kissing, cuddling, drinking in the moment under the comfort of the diamond-dotted navy blanket above them.

A Trip to the Zoo Starters
  • I want to see the giraffes!
  • They're necks are so long!
  • Do you think that have dragons at the zoo?
  • We're finally here! If I had to listen to that music for one more minute I was going to pull my hair out!
  • I can't see the tiger
  • Oh look there she is!
  • Oh look there he is!
  • Okay get together! I want to take a picture.
  • Can we feed the ducks?
  • Look at its teeth! They're so big!
  • Look! There's a turtle.
  • I didn't know hippos were so big.
  • Don't let the monkeys throw poop at you.
  • Hey, that monkey looks like you.
  • Looks like your mom.
  • Looks like your dad.
  • Looks like you brother.
  • Looks like your sister.
  • Are those bird eggs?
  • Oh look at the baby!
  • Do they have a petting zoo?
  • Do they have a gift shop?
  • Can I have this?
  • This is my favorite animal!
  • No! This is my favorite animal! I changed my mind.
  • I don't like snakes! I'm not going into the snake exhibit.
  • I don't like birds! I'm not going into the bird exhibit.
  • Look they're going to feed them.
  • Can I touch it?
  • Can I pet it?
  • I'm going to take a picture of every single animal here and post it on Facebook!
  • Hold on. I need to tag everyone and mark the location of the zoo on Facebook.
  • Don't step in bird shit
  • Oh my God! It's so hot!
  • Oh my God! I've never walked so far!
  • I wish this was one of those drive thru zoos.
  • Are you enjoying the zoo?
  • I'm going to buy popcorn.
  • The sign says don't feed the animals
Michael: You’re Insecure

Anonymous asked: Hey can you do one where you are really insecure about your body and your dateing mikey

A/N: This is a cute request - keep sending them ^-^ // Please like and reblog! Also requests are always open.

You and Michael had plans to actually go out and have a nice day together (which is something you two rarely did because you preferred to stay inside). You had tried on many outfits, but weren’t pleased with how they looked on you, as you thought they made you look gross. You became frustrated and started crying. Michael heard you and walked into the room, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong babe?” You wiped your face and looked up at him, “I don’t look good in anything. My body is disgusting and I just can’t go out today.” Michael cocked his head a bit and gave you a serious look, “Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect and your body is adorable. You don’t look gross at all. I love your body.” You shook your head, “No Michael, I look like a sack of potatoes.” Michael smirked, “Potatoes are so fucking good though. Have you eaten a potato? They’re the greatest thing ever! Fucking waffle fries and hash browns. So great. You’re a cute sack of potatoes.” You giggled at the boy as he tried to make you feel better. “Well what should I wear?” You frowned. Michael was quiet for a moment before looking around, “How about that really cute daisy dress you have? I think that looks so pretty on you. I mean - everything looks pretty on you, but that’s my favorite. And my denim jacket.” You giggled again and took Mikey’s word.

Your date day went smoothly. You guys went for lunch, hit up the arcade, and as the evening started ending, you spent time at the park. You and Michael were sitting on a park bench feeding the ducks and you seemed so happy. Michael caught a picture of you smiling and posted it to the internet, captioning: I have never seen anything more perfect. I love you @y/u/n 💘

When you noticed what Michael had done, your insecurities took over again. “Michael! Delete it!! I look like a damn cow and my smile makes me want to vomit.” Michael wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto him. “Seriously Y/N, I think you’re the most perfect person and words can’t explain how beautiful I think you are, and you really should see that there is nothing wrong you and damn baby, I just want you to love yourself as much as I love you. With that being said - nah - I’m not going to delete it.” Michael’s words really struck you that time, and though it would be difficult to get over the insecurities that you’ve carried for so long, you were going to listen to Michael and try to be happy with them. You nodded to Michael and rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed the top of your head.



anonymous asked:

What's your version of the perfect date? No sex. Just pure romance and love

I’d pick her up in the morning and we’d drive down to the area by my school where all the museums are located.  We’d take a walk through the botanical gardens and also the cleveland museum of art.  Afterwords, we’d walk through the beautiful park in front of the museum that has a large duck pond and we’d have a nice picnic near the pond and garden of sculptures.  We’d just talk and laugh and feed the ducks and enjoy each others company.  After eating and relaxing for a bit, we can take a drive downtown and go to the cleveland aquarium.  Look at all the beautiful fish, and sharks and pet the sting rays.  We can take a little walk along the lake next to the aquarium and enjoy the weather.  Then we can go to one of my favorite ice cream places towards the west side of cleveland in ohio city.  Walk through the cute neighborhood, looking at all the different thrift and antique shops and walk through the west side market where we can get a snack.  After ohio city, I’ll take her to east 4th street in cleveland which is a beautiful and amazing area.  Lots of lights and cool bars and a bowling alley and the house of blues.   If she’d like, we could go to the cool bowling alley and bowl a game or two.  After we’d walk next door to hilarities where I’ll have two tickets to see which ever famous comedian is there that night.  We’d have a nice seat and they have an amazing cocktail and martini bar there so I’d let her get whatever she’d like.  After the show and a few drinks, we’d go across the street to the chocolate bar. Which is an amazing fondue restaurant.  We’d have a nice dinner and if room, have an amazing chocolate fondue desert.  It’ll be pretty late after that so I’d drive her home safely, walk her to her door, hug and kiss her goodbye and that’ll be the end of a wonderful day with a beautiful girl. :)