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Date Night

Sammy and I went out for a date night yesterday and it was AWESOME! We hit up Dave and Buster's. We were thinking about Boondocks, but then we were like, whoa. Dave and Buster's is for grown ups. It was so much fun! I forgot how fun it is to go out and do something new. Definitely going to work on doing that more.

We played some basketball, Sammy beat me twice and I beat him twice. It was quite satisfying. When he was winning he kept shouting Lebron, Lebron! So naturally I did that when I was winning. Sammy totally kicked my butt at the racing games though. There was this really fun one where the car actually moved. His car stayed still the whole time and mine was bumping all over the place. I freaked out when we were starting because I forgot which one was the gas pedal and you had to hit the gas to select options and such. We also did a motorcycle one and Sammy rocked that one as well.

Then air hockey. I love me some air hockey. I won ;)

We played a co player shooting game. I did pretty good. Sammy died before I did so I was all by myself rescuing some hostages. We made a really good team though, it was so fun. I may or may not have gotten really into the game. This is the only picture we took last night.

We rocked some skee ball as well. The only thing was, we kept getting in into the 100 spot after the game was over. It was very upsetting. We really wanted some tickets. Our cup was very empty when we finished at the end of the night. Luckily my brother gave me his tickets that he'd been saving up for years and I was able to get a lion! It was very exciting. (And yes, it was sitting all by itself so I felt bad for it. But it's soft all over a very hard thing to find at the arcade.)

I love Sammy and I had a lot of fun just playing with him and being silly. I can't wait for more date nights!

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