Take Me Out to ___________

[lavender]

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Mister Happy]

Fucking you.
Anything else would be window dressing.....

 

[Marxist]

I've always wanted to go out with Lavy, so I'm gonna have to make it really good.....

 

[perks]

I'd put you in chef checks and we'd work in a NYC kitchen for the day.
After that experience, we'd go with them and get drunk off our asses.
Your life and your perspective would be forever changed.

I'm guessing you wouldn't fall in love with me<grin>.

 

[Black_Bird]

... shoot some billards, until we're ready to go hear that new band play in that club down town.

[Edit: Oh, I'm suppose to be creative with this shit? Hell then, lets go on a hot air balloon ride and drop leaflets all over the city. What should the leaflets say? It should be the lyrics to "fitter, happier" in white courier font on black pages. On the other side would be a picture of Pat Robertson with the number 666 written on his fore head and "Piggy" written below. How's that for a date?]

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Mister Happy]

Somehow I don't think she will be impressed by this suggestion...

Pick you up at 8?

 

[Hamletmaschine]

PLACE: Rennes-le-Chateau.

ACTIVITY: Poking around and laughing a lot.

 

[kotori]

ohhh, decisions, decisions. . .

If it were dinner and a movie, I know a nice Thai place across the street from the old Studio 54; I'd suggest some local art house and see some euro-thing with plot and character development. Like that theatre on 59th St. across the the Plaza (it would be New York, just cuz this is my fantasy). Then we'd take a cab down to the Village, chat, maybe have a couple of drinks: tinkling piano, singer waiting for that big break--you know, poor man's Bobby Short kinda thing.

(Damn, that was more fun than I expected.)

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[lavender]

 

[bluespoke]

To dinner in Oxford and thence to the Oxford Union for one of their famous debates.

After, a London club till goodness only knows when.

 

[badasschick]

Lets go to hyperbowl and flirt with the DJ, get drunk off our asses on Cosmopolitans, and see if we can con the shoe guy into giving us free games!!!

Then after we hit the Nascar Virtual Speedway, and try not to crash.

Whaddaya say?

if not how about Pink's?

 

[sexy-girl]

a US football game (something to get your pulse going while we hang out)

a visit to the london tate modern (something to stir you brain)

a small restaurant not too flash but great food (something to relax you)

out on the town until the small hours (something to get you typsy)

back home (to either be great friends or wild sex partners)





baring that i will steal marxist idea because hes going to really think about it and i too want to really go out with lavy

 

[lavender]

 

[kotori]

I win

I like Kotori and sexy-girl's ideas. They explore so many of the things I enjoy.

What time should I pick you up? (We can Concorde over to London to get sexy-girl and be there before we left.)

 

[perks]

goddamnit, Lavvy.
Don't tell me you're a tough-ass biatch inside all that purple.

 

[JazzManJim]

Ooh! Ooh! Plan a date with lavy!

I'm going to tailor this for this time of year, too, because it's right about my favorite time of year!

First, we're going to dinner. It's not fancy, but I'm not a fancy dinner sort of guy. There's a steak and seafood restaurant just a little distance from me, and it's convenient for the next part of the date. We'd eat, talk, and get geared up for...

...a baseball game! There's a minor-league baseball team that plays and it's about 30 minutes from me. The park is beautiful, there's not a bad seat in the house, it has all the charm of minor-league baseball including a cheesy mascot, goofy between-inning games, schmaltzy sound clips that get played at various times during the game. Above all, though, it's an evening under the clear sky with a couple cold beers and ballpark nachos.

After the Friday night games, there's always a fireworks show. They fire them off from right behind the right-field wall.

After that, it's going to be late, but not too late to stop at a small restaurant for a drink and to wait until the traffic leaving the area dies down a bit. We talk, we laugh, we remark about how loud the fireworks were and if the "find the baseball" animation they played on the scoreboard really is a digsuised attempt to teach children "Three Card Monty".

We take it from there.

How's that?

 

[Hamletmaschine]

And Hamlet's, well Hamlet's would fascinate me - I'm all about fascinating things, even rhythm.

I forgot to mention some of the other things we could do . . . inside the church.

 

[AzureAngel]

Knowing me, I'd repeatedly make an ass of myself in such a manner that is entertaining.

Granted, this is independent of whatever else goes on. But it's a certainty.

 

[greeneyedgringo]

the ball game. What other choice is there really?

I mean if you can stand to spend 3+ hours baking in the sun watching a bunch of guys run around hitting and catching balls, then you can handle anything with me.

GRG

 

[lavender]

 

[kotori]

hmmm

Whaddaya doing to me?

So, on our second date, we'll go up to Yankee Stadium. I always like to park (if I take the car), on the top of Coogan's Bluff, on the Manhattan side, and then walk down the viaduct and over the 155th St. Bridge. Lot's of people do this, it gives it that festival atmosphere.

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of walking through the streets of the Bronx, and then though that old 1923-building, and coming out of the tunnel and seeing that sparkling emerald field that is Yankee Stadium.

The crenellated fascia, the monuments in the outfield. . .

(okay, now I'm getting sappy.)

 

[freescorfr]

I'd give anything for three hours with you on what you feel when someone calls you "little girl".

A date is for getting to know you, after all. Anywhere, I don't care.

You can then have three hours with me on why I'm interested.