...floating along...

One of Andy's Christmas gifts from me was a year of dates in 2014. Twelve different dates, one for each month of the year, some prepaid, attached with a little poem about what we would do. I got the idea from this pin.

February's date was for some midnight bowling at Pin Up Bowl in the Delmar Loop.

We started with a late dinner at Fitz's American Grill and Bottling Works. If you ever make it to the St. Louis area, Fitz's should be one of your food stops. Not only are some of the best sodas bottled up right before your eyes, but their ice cream floats have become a St. Louis staple.

If you can believe it, I have never actually eaten an ice cream float. I'm not a mixer. I prefer for foods that I like not to touch each other. Yeah...I'm one of those. Although I've gotten much better about it in my old age, I still like to keep some foods separate. And even after last night, I'm not convinced that ice cream and soda were meant to go together.

With an hour to spare before our reservation, we initially thought we'd be able to walk down to Pin Up Bowl from Fitz's, but the warm afternoon air had returned to it's winter chill and we sat in the warm car and chatted for a while before driving over.

Because they sell alcohol after 9pm, no one under 21 is allowed in. I, of course, left my ID in the car and Andy had to run out and get it. It was nice to get carded. It gave me some time to chat with the bouncer, who was super kind. After picking out our bowling balls and getting our shoes, we took our place in lane 1.

Andy's actually a really good bowler. He got a bunch of strikes last night, even when he wasn't trying and acting like a goof. I, on the other hand, well...let's just say I should still be using bumpers. I bowled with my right hand, my left hand, and granny style (between the legs) but nothing gave me consistent results. But that didn't stop us from having a great time.

We danced to tunes spun by a live DJ. We perfected our singular hi-five style. And we kissed. A lot. This was my favorite part! Andy isn't much for PDA, so I felt extra sexy when he would grab me and pull me in close. Sigh...

As we walked back to our car in the Pageant parking lot, we saw a rowdy group of middle-aged women, drunk and smoking weed, waiting for Mayer Hawthorne to leave the building. We couldn't help but giggle. It's good to be reminded that life can still be fun as you get older. We don't hear that enough in our culture.

Have you planned your super fun/out of the box/out of your comfort zone adventure for this month?