climbing, butcher counter, lake bluffs
nothing fancy. we move, then we eat
tonight
why this one
we burn off first-date nerves on the wall at Gneiss, so by the time we cross the bridge to The Modest Butcher, we're already laughing and loose. a proper sit-down meal with pork belly and a glass of Okanagan red turns the energy slower and warmer. then Cedar Creek closes it out with lake light and zero agenda, which is exactly when the real conversation happens.
Wow-Factor
Full chaosWrite each other's obit
On a napkin at dinner, each of you writes a heartfelt, exaggerated, glowing obituary for the other. Read aloud. Try not to cry-laugh.
the route
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