First I would fly us to the Bahamas to go shopping. Then we could do some of the finest Colombian (j/k- not my thing at all!), go a hundred and twenty in my sport boat and then we could rut like existentialist movie stars under the Carribean moon.
Ok, actually, I kind of like the MIA followed by coffee. Or the Como Park Conservatory or walking through the skyway system of either downtown going people watching.
Someday I want to organize a group of mixed-race and -orientation couples to a suburban mall to have a PDA-in during the after-church Sunday shopping time.