We went on a date. And it was one of those dates that was just so good.
We ate big slices of gourmet pizza on a patio.
We drove with the top down.
We strolled down sleepy streets.
We commented on the perfect weather. Not too hot, not too cold.
We talked abut everything.
It was so good that, until I later bothered to look at these photos, I didn't even notice that I was standing in a giant pile of bird poop.
It was just that good.