OK, I picked up my wife and headed out to happy hour for a few drinks. About half way to the bar we remembered NY State's new "smoking ban". We both smoke so the thought of sitting in a bar downing beers without lighting up lost it's appeal.
On the spur of the moment, we grabbed a 12 pack from the convenience store and headed "somewhere". We ended up on an old logging trail I remembered from my youth. It was overgrown with a lot of trees down. After banging through for about a mile, we came out into a small clearing.
We just kicked back, turned on the tunes, and shot the s*it for about an hour. It was great.
We ended up in the back seat, which ain't supposed to happen because we've been married for like forever. I can't remember a better romp. (I recall the back seat being bigger when I was in high school, but that was 25 years and 25 pounds ago!)
Thank God for the smoking ban, Jeeps, and an old logging trail.
OK...your turn.