Daiv: You got anything planned for dinner? Maybe we could go out. You choose, anywhere you want. Maybe someplace nice.
Me: (still reading) You know what I think is nice, Daiv, that place that's too noisy (actually Chilies) and that other place we went with the GREAT Salad (actually Cocos)
Daiv: Chilies? Why you wanna go to Chilies?
Me: (still reading) I like their food?
Daiv: Yeah, they do have good food but I'm kinda in the mood for a steak. I've been hankerin' after a good steak for awhile now.
Me: (To myself) 'been hankerin' after'? Whatthehell? You're Brooklyn-born Puerto Rican, why you hankerin' after anything?
(To him and still reading) Have you?
Daiv: (distracted a little) Yeah.(then, all sudden and excited-like) Hey, I know, how about Outback?
Me: (to myself) because they are so known for their salads.
(to him) Sure, why not.
(Because going out is, after all, going out. Especially since I had nothing actually planned for dinner. And if you were to ask him, he would undoubtedly tell you, he'd taken me just where I wanted to go. Next time. *fingers crossed*)