I love Sunday dates. I have a default Sunday date between May-September. I've done it with Nik, Ash, Dwight, mom, as well as people without monosyllabic names. It goes something like this: post-church brunch in the South End (preferably at a place with exposed wood beams. And nettles). Followed by a leisure stroll through the SOWA open markets. With lots of free samples, lots of sarcasm, and perhaps the purchase of a few overpriced thank you cards or pretty trinkets. The whole thing wraps up at a reasonable time so everyone goes home happy and in time for a nap (or homework- eck). If I were to be profiled in the Times, this would be my Sunday routine.
Are we friends? Do we live in the same city? If so, we're overdue for a Sunday date.
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