clay hands, cold pints, strange ice cream
we make something with our hands. i won't laugh much
tonight
$67·2.3 hr·3 stops
why this one
starting at the wheel means we're already laughing and covered in clay before we've had a single awkward silence. the pint at Tree is the exhale after that, somewhere to actually talk with something to do with our hands. Moo-Lix at the end is the kind of left-turn that makes a night feel like ours.
Wow-Factor
Easy modeOne real question
Each of you brings one question you've been meaning to ask but haven't. You both have to answer it before the night ends.
the route
the night · pacific time
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