Day 4: Target

Friday night is date night. For most couples, I imagine, this means restaurants and wine, high heels and perfume. For Rich and I, a night on the town usually means Target. That's right, Target. We wander through the entire store- every single aisle, and all the clearance end-caps, rummaging through packages of pretzels and five dollar dvds. Most nights we don't make a purchase, we just play. Sometimes we snag two mitts and a baseball and toss pop flies in the aisles. Other nights Rich will convince me to play tunes on the model keyboard they keep in electronics. Inevitably, Rich will pick up the most expensive Canon digital camera they have- with a zoom lens and pretend to take pictures of my funny faces. We used to get on the bikes, but then they started locking them in place. Tonight I tried on 6 different hats and ended up with sparkles stuck to my face so that everything I saw was shiny. We looked at tents, skimmed the bestsellers and nearly lost it in the ice cream section. In the end we bought a stick of deodorant and headed home, satisfied and tired.

I've been thinking about Target all day and trying to figure out why it's become our place. We don't go to Target to buy stuff, we don't even go to see new things. Rich and I spend half our Friday nights in florescent lighting because the simple truth is, we want to be together. We're wanderers and we prefer to wander together and let's face it, Target is a great place to do that. Not to mention the deodorant.