So … SORE

A and I went snowboarding yesterday. His sister and her fiancée got us a gift card to Stratton mountain as a wedding gift. We figured we should probably use it this season, because getting a puppy will make spontaneous trips much more difficult to do next year.

It was a blast – but I am sooo incredibly sore today.

It has been 2 years since I have been boarding. And the last time I went, I was not very good. Skiing is a disaster for me – I am nowhere near coordinated enough. Snowboarding I can manage … but with my knee surgery last year, I wasn’t able to get out on the mountain. I was worried forgot how to board, or that I would have issues with my knee and kill myself going down the mountain.

Well I actually did really well. A ski’s and snowboard’s, and is amazing at both. He just has this knack for all things extreme. I am actually pretty jealous. He was a pretty good teacher and actually helped me get pretty decent in one day. I am terrified of lifts – I don’t like having to get on and off them, I am always worried about falling and having to have them stop the lift so I can get myself situated. But at Stratton, they have gondolas that take you to the top of the mountain, where you literally walk on and off, both feet on the ground, so I was all about that yesterday.
I would consider myself in pretty decent shape, being that I just ran in a relay marathon and have been continuing to work out – but you use such different muscles boarding. So I am incredibly sore today. Not to mention that I ate it hard on more than a few occasions when I started getting to comfortable and getting a little crazy. Of course I had a helmet, I made sure that A and I both got one. Thank goodness too, because there were a few times where I went down pretty hard and hit my head.

All in all we had an amazing day. It was a little too warm actually. It was about 65, so some trails were starting to melt and it got kind of annoying, but at least we weren’t freezing. Happy six months to us!

Here are a few pictures from our day 🙂

This is the resort area. It is so quaint and cute. Because it has been very warm and because it is a bit later in the season, it was pretty dead when we got there. Actually, it was pretty dead all day. We didn’t wait in line once for any of the lifts.
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Just a view from the main base area.
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View all the way from the top 🙂
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A strapping up.
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Me posing – probably after I took a good digger.
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Stratton.
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Another nice thing about the trip yesterday … a day off from work! So while today feels like Monday, it is actually Tuesday! Love 4 day work weeks!

Week Recap

Happy Thursday.

This past weekend I did something crazy. It’s really not that crazy, but it was a little out there for me. When it comes to clothes, I am pretty plain Jane. I love black and white. I occasionally try to mix and match some random things together, but for the most part, I would save I am pretty conservative when it comes to clothes.

That is until this weekend, when I went out and bought these bad boys:

Yes, flaming red-hot pants. I mean they were more a coral-red. But red nonetheless. I came home, and A just stared at me, and then laughed and told me that I was joking. But oh no, I was very serious. I had just bought myself red pants. I mean, they were only 15 bucks, how could I not. He said I wouldn’t wear them.

BUT, I actually wore them. Saturday night. Myself and three other girls had planned a girls night. We first went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. We then continued this Southern theme, and went to a place called the Cadillac Ranch. And it’s just what it sounds like.

A whole lot of this:

It is a country bar, so combine a few drinks with some country music, and you have some line dancing. They do an hour lesson before just playing music the rest of the night. And it was quite hilarious. I think the most impressive thing was these two guys that I legit think came out of the movie “Step Up”. They did a mix of hip hop with line dancing, and it was phenomenal. I wish I had thought of recording it. It was epic.

Sunday A and I continued our house hunting search with a few open houses – and again it was extremely discouraging and we knocked out a couple houses that we had high hopes for. I really hope people start putting their houses up soon! Spring is coming people – list those houses!

Monday A and I went down to the breeder’s house to meet our little guy. We had seen all the pups before but we weren’t sure which one was ours, so this was the first time we actually got to hold ours! Of course we got our first family pic!

The rest of the week has been pretty uneventful. Working a lot, as well as trying to keep my running routine going. I don’t have any races currently lined up, but I would like to register for something soon so that I can stay motivated and keep running!

This upcoming weekend will be A and I’s 6 month wedding anniversary. Seems like just yesterday. One of our wedding presents from A’s sister was a gift card to Stratton Mountain. So A and I both took off Monday, and we will be heading up to good old Stratton in Vermont to do some snowboarding. I haven’t been in a couple years now because of my knee, and the last time I did go I was not so great, so this should be interesting. I am hoping I make it out in one piece. I love spring skiing/snowboarding because it is not frigidly cold. So you can actually enjoy being out on the mountain. We just so happened to plan it for the same weekend that our 6 month anniversary fell on, so it will be nice to kind of get away for it.

And to end this post, it is 67 degrees out here in Eastern Massachusetts. SAY WHAT?! In March? I will take it. If you can, go out there and enjoy this marvelous day. I am counting the seconds until I can get out there and enjoy some of that warm sun myself 🙂

Our Love Story

So Valentine’s Day is almost here. I have never been a huge fan of Valentines day. I would almost prefer flowers or a thinking of you card on a random day as opposed to Valentines Day. But at the same time, everyone else is getting something, so I want something to, even if it is just a home-made card or a burned CD of my favorite songs 🙂

Anyways …. I saw this on someone else’s blog, and thought it was a great idea, so I thought I would join in and link up with the blog From Mrs. to Mama as well.

1. How long have you and your significant other been together?
It will be 5 years in April. A asked me to be his girlfriend on April 11, 2007, he asked me to marry him on August 8, 2010, and we tied the knot on September 10, 2011. So together for almost 5 years, and married for almost 5 months 🙂

2. How did you meet?
A and I met in college … when I hit his car. It was junior year, and I was late for a late night soccer practice, so I was a little distracted. I started backing out the parking spot, and didn’t see that a car was parked there (where it shouldn’t have been) and bumped into it. And so A and I met. I was so frazzled and embarrassed that I had just backed into him. A didn’t even ask for any of my information, he told me he was going to fix the door anyways (never did), and that there was barely any damage so not to worry about it. That was as far as that went for the time being. I was scared to see him around campus, so if I ever saw him, would purposely go in the opposite direction. Fast forward to almost a year later. We ended up joining the same intramural soccer team because we had a lot of mutual friends. And we started talking. One night after a party that we had both been at, he invited me to his house off campus and we stayed up until 6 in the morning talking. He hadn’t remembered that it was me that hit his car! I had to bring it up before it clicked. Thankfully, that wasn’t a deal breaker for him – and we’ve been together since!

3. If married, how long have you been married? If not, is this the guy you hope to marry?
We just got married back in September, so it will be 5 months in a few days. 5 wonderfully amazing months.

4. If you are married, where did you get married at?
We got married in my hometown, in the church that I attended growing up. It was what most would consider a big wedding. I am Portuguese and A is Italian – so we have very large families. And we also have a large group of friends. So we invited around 320 people, and had 280 attend the wedding. Luckily there was a place in my town that could fit all these people! There were 8 bridesmaids and 8 groomsmen, and we had a flower girl and ring bearer. It was the perfect day – sunny and in the 70s, and everything went just as planned. The day after the wedding, we had all our friends and family over my parents house for one last goodbye, before A and I went off to Italy for 15 days ❤

5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another? Do share!
Not really. I guess we call each other Stink or Stinky sometime. Quite embarrassing I know. We really aren’t stinky, I swear, it was said once and just somehow stuck. There are also just the typical babe, hun, love, etc. that we say from time to time as well.

6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.
He loves me more than anything else in this world and is dedicated to us completely. He is so family oriented and comes from a large, amazing, religious family very similar to my own. He is funny, and can make me laugh and always manages to put a smile on my face.

7. Tell us how he proposed?
His parents have a house on Cape Cod, so we go there all the time, especially during the summer months. One weekend in August, we had spent the day out on their boat on a lake. When we got home, his mom had some errands to run and asked if I wanted to tag along. After a few stores, she said we should stop by the beach to pick up a few shells (this is something she is constantly doing, since she does own a beach house and is constantly using shells for DIY crafts around the house) so I didn’t think anything of it and thought it was a great idea. It was nearing sunset, and we started walking, when in the sand, written out of sea shells, was the message “Marry me Katie?”. I honestly thought it was a joke, or written for someone else, so started looking around, when out from behind some tall grass, out pops A in a suit. He walks over as I am saying shut up, he gets down on one knee, starts talking (I was in too much shock to even remember what he said now), and asked me to be his wife. I of course said yes. And then notice his dad in the corner taking pictures, as well as a large group of complete strangers watching and all cheering when they’ve realized I say yes. It was amazing.

8. Is he a flowers and teddy bear kind of guy for v-day, or strawberries, champagne, and rose petals?
Um neither? I guess if I had to choose, I would say teddy bear and flowers. But he agrees with me on the whole valentine’s day thing being a bit overrated 🙂

9. Are you a sunset dinner on the beach kind of girl, or pop a movie in and relax on the couch?
I would say a bit of both, but again if I had to choose, I would choose the dinner on the beach, because I am a beach girl. If I lived by the beach, there would be no movies, it would be sitting on the beach and enjoying each others company, and I would love every second. We aren’t the type of people who go out often, so we love just hanging in and doing stuff around the house together, but if we could hang out on the beach, even better!

10. Tell us one thing you’d like to do with your significant one day. If you could do anything? Go anywhere?
I would love to move to another country and live there for a year or two. Specifically a country in Europe, maybe Portugal or Spain. Italy even. But we are such family oriented people, that we would miss our family here. So I don’t know if we could do it. Maybe someday 🙂

11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine’s Day.
I am not really sure – A is keeping it a surprise. Although I am thinking it will just be a nice dinner for two.

12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine’s day?
Nope – that defeats the purpose in my opinion 🙂 And I like surprises.

13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love.
Communication and openness. If you are constantly talking with one another and being open, you keep the fights to a minimum. And make the time you spend together count. It’s not always the amount of time you have together, but the quality of time you spend together. Embrace it, and never take it for granted.

14. Show us a picture of what love means to you.

Tough times and tough decisions

So I wasn’t going to post about this, mainly because I am tired of talking about it and want to try to get away from the negativity of this whole situation, but this resurfaced a few days before Christmas, so I decided I would post about it, hopefully to give myself some closure from the whole thing.

For the past two years, before A and I got married, I had been living in an apartment with one of my very good friends that I grew up playing soccer with, and than one other random girl. My friend (we will call her Jen) and I got along great, and her boyfriend and my boyfriend at the time were very good friends as well so we would constantly go on double dates. Well she ended up getting engaged, and about 4 months later I got engaged as well. Great … fantastic. We were planning our weddings together and I was in her wedding and she was in mine. My wedding was in September and hers was in October. Everything was perfect.

Well things started going sour in March of last year. My friend and roommate, who I was very close with, started becoming very distant. She would leave the apartment when she went to talk to her fiancĂ©e (we will call him Chris) on the phone and was disappearing a lot. There was also this one week where she wouldn’t talk to anyone and just wrote in this diary that she had – and lost about 10 pounds. This is bad enough as it is .. but when she is about 110 pounds wet, 10 pounds is A LOT. So I was really concerned about her, and when I asked what was wrong and if she needed to talk, she would just tell me she was fine. She started getting a bit better after that one really bad week, she wasn’t losing weight anymore and she was being much more normal and talked to me – but she was still disappearing at night.

This went on for a couple of months, before it finally started to dawn on me that something was really not right here. Every night she was leaving to go “shopping” to de-stress. She was taking a grad school course and was so stressed and needed to get away at night by going walking or shopping. But she never came back with anything. And half the time, her fiancĂ©e was texting me asking me where she was. Even worse, there were a few times she told her fiancĂ©e she was going to bed, and then ended up leaving.
What does this look like to you?

Yeah, I started to think the same thing. And then, this guy she kept talking about that she worked with happened to need rides to work in the morning occasionally. Which was weird because he lived somewhat close to their work, would travel further to get to our apartment, so she could bring him. And one morning I caught them being extra flirtatious before they left the house.

There were a few other little signs here and there and I didn’t know what to do. It became extremely apparent that Jen was cheating on her fiancĂ©e with someone from work. I was trying to plan for my wedding and didn’t need to be stressing out about this whole situation – and boy did I stress over this. I couldn’t just watch two people get married with all the cheating and lies … but I couldn’t just tell Chris because I was Jen’s friend first … but boy do I hate confrontation and did not want to tell her that I knew either.

Well June rolled around (Jen is a teacher so she was practically done with school), so I decided that I needed to tell her that I knew. For the past couple of weeks I had been very distant with her so she kept begging me to tell her what was wrong. So I let it out. And she cried. She said she was so confused and that I was right and she had no idea what she wanted but she felt like she loved to people and went on and on. Yes – she said loved. It was much more serious than I thought. So of course I was her friend through this, but at the same time I had to be real with her. I told her while I didn’t understand why she was cheating on her fiancĂ©e because I don’t agree with cheating whatsoever (if you want to cheat just break up with the person), I wanted her to be happy, so whether happy was with this other guy, with her fiancĂ©e, or with no guy at all right now, she needed to figure that out. I let her vent and cry to me first, and then told her my thoughts. I told her that maybe she should think about postponing the wedding and talking to her fiancĂ©e about these uncertainties that she was having. I also said that I thought she could fix things if she just told him what had happened and agreed to work on them. Chris was in love with her, and I told her that he would want to fix whatever was not working and work through her/their issues together, and eventually still get married. I told her that if Chris ever found out the lies she would lose him – so I said she really needed to be honest and tell him. She agreed that she needed to talk to her fiancĂ©e either way, but that she needed the weekend to think about things.

Ok great. This was working out really well – or better than I thought it was going to go. I was a good friend, and I continued to try to help her talk through her feelings and what not, and it really seemed like she was going to figure things out and talk to her fiancĂ©e about what had been going on and fix it. When Monday rolled around she all of a sudden said that she was ending things with this other guy but not telling her fiancĂ©e because it would only hurt him and she couldn’t do that to him. Really?! Maybe you should have thought of that BEFORE you decided to cheat on him for at least 4 months. I told her how this was going to be a huge elephant sitting on her shoulder for her entire life and that she would never be able to be completely happy hiding something this big. But she said no, that it was better not telling, and that was how it was going to be. So here came the hardest thing up to this point, and that was to tell her I could no longer be in her wedding party. How could I possibly stand there in a church, and watch her say “I do”, knowing it meant nothing. A and I are both very religious and I believe in the sanctity of marriage. I couldn’t be a part of that. So of course she was mad but she said she understood. I had told her that if she told her fiancĂ©e everything, and they worked through things and still got married that I would happily stand up at the wedding, but I couldn’t if the lies were there. This didn’t change anything though and she was going to be continuing the lies. Of course, it brought up questions from both her fiance and mine why I was no longer in her wedding. She told me to lie to A, and she kept her fiancĂ©e away from me so that he couldn’t ask me in person, and just told him that I didn’t think she should be getting married if she was a little nervous. He thought a little nervous was fine and so in turn thought I was being a horrible friend and got pissed at me, which meant he wasn’t really talking to A either.

Well my roommate was fine with lying to her fiancĂ©e, but I was not okay with it. A knew something was up, and I couldn’t not tell him anymore. A and I tell each other everything and don’t lie to one another, so when he straight up asked me what was going on, I was going to have to tell him, I was just trying to buy Jen some time so that she could tell Chris on her own terms. I told Jen that I would be telling A and that I couldn’t control whether he told Chris or not, and she FLIPPED out. Chris and A are friends, and so A felt that he had a duty to let him know of this. I would want to know if my fiancĂ©e was cheating on me, and so would A (I think most people would want to know before taking one of their biggest steps in their life up to this point), so unfortunately A was the one that needed to break the news to him, as hard as it was. Well Jen begged me not to tell. She didn’t care that I wasn’t in her wedding anymore, she only cared about me telling A. So clearly, she did not care about our friendship, rather, she only cared about her secret being found out.

Well, towards the end of July, before they were about to move in together (and after I had already moved out), A finally realized he just had to bite the bullet and tell Chris. And he freaked out. He was in shock, which most would be when their fiancĂ©e and someone they have been dating for 6+ years is cheating on them. July and August were tough months. Thankfully, I had moved out of the apartment in early July so I wasn’t around Jen anymore, but I still had to deal with some nasty messages from her. And Chris was so upset. The thing is, he thought about taking her back. Which to me, if he decided that, then great. I thought he just had the right to know who he was marrying, whether he wanted to still marry her is up to him and I would support any decision. And even after finding out that she cheated and then was going to keep it a secret forever, he was still going to take her back. Well she decided to hammer the nails in her own coffin when first of all she decided to fly out to Chicago to go see him the DAY AFTER their wedding shower. She eventually came clean about this after he interrogated her about her real reasons on going there. This was a good month after she had told me that she had completely broke things off with this guy. How could you fly out to see the guy a day after you just shared a wedding shower with your fiancĂ©e and accepted all these gifts from friends and family. And then, a friend of Chris, who lives in the same town, found Jen parked in front of the house of the guy she had been cheating with. She had been texting Chris while she was with this other guy. That was the final straw for Chris, when he realized how big of a liar and cheater she was, and he ended it and said he would not be taking someone back that just continued to lie over and over again.

This was all before my wedding, stress I did not need. A mutual friend of Jen and I, and someone who was actually supposed to be in Jen’s wedding party as well, sent me an email because she had heard partly through me and partly through Chris what had happened, and she thanked me for what I had done. She realized how difficult it had been and thanked me for realizing the importance of the sacrament of marriage and said that A and I would have a very long, happy, and healthy marriage because we both understood what marriage meant. That was very uplifting for me. I had a really hard time with this because this was someone who I thought was a friend. It took awhile to realize how much she was using me, and how allowing that wedding to take place was almost just as bad as what Jen had done. Well not quite, but you get my point.

Well since then, her Chris has thanked us over and over again for saving his life, and that he has never been this happy. He has a new girlfriend, and I truly hope he is happy. He has told us that Jen has emailed him and wrote him countless letters asking to get back together, but he has stayed strong and told her he has moved on and she should too.
I do feel bad for her, obviously she has some issues and needs to figure out some things, but that is no excuse to take it out on your so-called friends and to cheat on your fiancĂ©e for months and plan to get married anyway. Why get married if you are going to cheat? It just doesn’t make sense to me.

Anyways, A and I have moved on from all of that drama thankfully and only once and awhile is she brought up in conversation with other people (we are from the same hometown and share some mutual friends) and I try to just ignore it. I don’t want to tell other people her business, but at the same time, I am sure she has ripped me to pieces when she tells other people why she is not engaged. Again, two wrongs don’t make it right so I don’t get into it.

Well, as I had said when I started this ridiculously long post, this issue resurfaced again just before Christmas. It was actually the day before Christmas Eve and A and I were doing some last-minute shopping when I got an email on my phone from none other than this “friend” and the subject was “2012”. I thought hmm, weird, maybe she is apologizing for how she treated me and everyone else during those months or just saying that she has moved on with everything .. but no. Jen went into how while she agrees with what she did was wrong, I was more wrong in what I did to her by telling Chris. She said that I should have been a friend and not judged her and tried to help her tell Chris. (Did I not try to do that for over a month before you finally just said absolutely not you are continuing on with the wedding plans? I didn’t judge, I listened to you cry and tried to help you figure things out. And besides, you are an adult, you should be making adult decisions on your own. Either way, I did try to help you.) And then Jen got into how she was in therapy to try to help her figure out why she did what she did and to help her move on. (So I am sure her therapist said maybe she should try to clear the air between her and I going into the new year – NOT to put all the blame of her problems on to me… I don’t think she got the therapists point.) She ended saying how she misses the good times that she had with A and I, but that she can never forgive us for what we did to her, and that she would prefer if I didn’t respond to her email.
Really, you prefer I didn’t respond because you can’t handle the truth. And this is your 2012 email to me – is this supposed to make you feel better?!
I became very anxious, and was torn on whether I should defend myself and my actions, or just let it go. I didn’t want to start this whole thing over again, but I wanted to defend myself. I went back and forth several times and never felt good about the decision to either send an email or not send anything. So the next day, when I was in church, I prayed about it, and asked God what I should do. And I left church realizing that I didn’t need to defend my actions to her. I know deep down I did what was right and all that I could do, and I felt at peace with that decision. Sometimes you just need a little faith and some help from God.

So sorry for the long drawn out post. Instead of emailing her back, I decided to just write about it here. It felt good to finally get that all out. It’s a little scary talking about something so serious and something that was so tough for me. While 2011 was amazing and filled with some wonderful things, this was also a dark shadow over it and I am ready to move on from it. Has anyone else had any similar experiences? Do you agree with my decision to not be in the wedding and to eventually tell her fiancĂ©e? Or would you do things differently than I had?

Date night

Going on dates is important – especially after you are married. So many people just fall into routine. A and I can be guilty of that. Boston is incredibly expensive – and we are trying to save money to buy a house – so we are pretty good about not going out every night like a lot of friends we have. When we do go out – it is usually with friends and other couples – so it is pretty rare when A and I just go out on a date, just us. At the same time – it really does make it all the more special and fun when we do get to go on a date just him and I.

This Wednesday was one of those date nights, and it was fantastic. I have always wanted to see The Nutcracker – yes, I am 26 and I have never seen it. Sad. In Boston, they play it every year, so this year, when I mentioned it to A, he said let’s make it a date night and go. YAY. So I got the tickets, and picked a Wednesday night, since during the week tickets are only 35 bucks, compared to the upwards of 80 bucks a ticket on weekends. Bargain! And one of the perks of living in / so close to the city.

So Wednesday after work, I cruised into the city and parked at A’s work. His work is a pretty central location so it was easy to walk to the Opera House, where the performance was being held.

I just love Boston at night.

I had found a restaurant near the Opera House (it’s not hard to find a restaurant in Boston, just a little more difficult finding one that won’t cost you you’re first unborn child and maybe a kidney.) Of course, being so close to the show, it was pretty packed, but there were luckily seats at the bar, so we decided to just sit there since it really didn’t make a difference to us – as long as we got food.
First up was a glass of wine for me and a beer for A. A said that he had to have a couple of beers in his system before going to see a ballet, but it was really just a facade because he was actually a little bit excited, or maybe he just told me that to make me feel better haha. Most likely the case – either way, he is a trooper for going with me!

Just a disclaimer – I apologize for the somewhat fuzzy pictures. A doesn’t like when I take pictures of food amongst other things while at dinner. I can’t help it – I love documenting it. So I try to take pictures without the flash so I don’t draw any attention to my obsession with taking pictures. Think of it as a compromise of sorts.

A got Fish and Chips – his go to meal whenever we go out. It’s either that, or chicken parmesean. He will deny it and says he gets a variety of things – but it’s usually between one of those two things.

I had a bite – and it was pretty good, and A really liked it.

As much as I give A a hard time about ordering the same thing – I am guilty of the same charge. While I really do like pretty much anything and everything, I usually go with either a shrimp dish, or salmon – because it’s usually one of the healthier things off the menu. I decided to go with the salmon, and it came with mashed potatoes and some asparagus. It was pretty good.

After dinner, we still had a bit of time to kill, so we decided to get dessert! Something we never do while out, but I saw on the menu that they had a chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream slider, and I couldn’t say no. My two favorite deserts put together, yes please. It was so incredibly good.
I ate it as is.

A needed more chocolate, so he put hot fudge over it.

So dinner was fantastic, and then we made our way over to The Opera House. Of course we got all dressed up for the event, so it was even more exciting. I have been to a couple shows on broadway, not nearly enough and when I was much younger, so this was really exciting to me. We even got a couple glasses of champagne. Fancy I know. The Opera House in Boston is beautiful. I guess it was pretty run down not long ago and they just recently restored it. You can take pictures in the lobby area, but not inside the theatre. I was not happy about this because I love taking pictures and I just wanted to take some pictures of the inside of the theatre. I had my flash off – I wasn’t bothering anyone. I did end up getting one shot of the inside of the theatre (with no flash) – before the ushers came running over to tell me no photography. Lame. I played dumb and said I didn’t know and apologized.


The play was awesome. Everything I was imagining and more. A’s favorite character was the gingerbread man, he was dying laughing when he came out. He also liked the bear.

Watching this made me want to be a ballerina. I am the opposite of a ballerina – I am incredibly clutzy and trip over my own feet all the time. I am extremely ungraceful, unless of course it involves falling, in which case I somehow manage to fall with grace. I was in dance for three years when I was younger because my mom made me – but I complained and only wanted to be out on the soccer field. I am definitely a soccer player / anything but a ballerina – but I can only wonder if my mother had kept me in dance if today I would have been star of The Nutcracker.

Yeah. Not likely.

Anyways. The show was really good – and if it is playing in your area and you have never seen it before I would suggest giving it a shot. If nothing else, it makes for a great date.