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The Date

Recently, the Mild Wife and I decided to partake in NightLife at the Academy of Sciences. If you're not familiar with the event, it's a night at the museum with alcohol and music. Given how much we tend to nerd out about certain things, it seemed like a good way to enjoy an evening. And, in hindsight, it totally was. We thoroughly enjoyed walking through the exhibits and sipping on adult beverages. We were talking about going back again at some point, so you probably have some idea of how much we enjoyed the experience.

Of course, that's not the amusing part. Sure, the evening was enjoyable for us, but that's not amusing to you. So, then, why would I write about that particular evening? Well, let me tell you, friends.

We chose to sit in on the planetarium show, so we sat down in what felt like a movie theater with a bunch of other people. It was these other people that really made us chuckle. Specifically, it was a couple on a date sitting a few chairs away from us.

We knew it was a date because the woman noticed one of her friends a few rows away, and proceeded to have a conversation over those rows. Given that we were sitting pretty much right next to her, we overheard the whole thing. Thus, we discovered, against our will, that this woman was on a date with the gentleman sitting next to her.

Now, when you draw this much attention to yourself, it's likely that people are going to glance over. The Mild Wife and I did just this, and we noticed her, ahem, attire. Let's just say that she would not have been out of place had she been in a club or a bar instead of at the Academy of Sciences. It bears repeating that last bit: we were in a museum, watching a short film about stars. I would not have expected to see that much skin in that setting. It just seemed like an odd choice, and the Mild Wife and I shared a glance.

The other thing worth mentioning is that the planetarium show displays directly overhead, not on a screen in front of you. Given how peripheral vision works, the Mild Wife and I also got to see that this woman was all up on her date. Have you ever heard the word "draped" used to describe one person's body in relation to another? Yeah, think of that. That's a pretty good description of what we saw. Again, at the museum.

The best part of the whole thing, though, was the exchange that happened as the woman yelled out to her friend. Somehow or another, the friend asked something to the effect of, "how's [the date] going?" I nearly burst out laughing at that point. Fortunately for me, I managed to maintain my composure. Still, the two friends settled on a phone call "later" in order to debrief about the whole event.

I think I would've liked to hear that conversation, but I settled for laughing about the whole experience.

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