“Get dressed and let's go!” he exclaims, obliterating my fantasy of hanging out at home in a nightgown until noon. No kids on a rainy Spring-break Saturday and he wants to drive somewhere, seriously?! He completely ignores my twenty questions about what he wants to do, where we are going, and what I should wear. His only answer is for me to dress in whatever makes me feel most comfortable. I prefer to dress appropriately, so for me, not knowing the plan is not particularly comfortable! “Try being spontaneous!” he challenges me. On that command, I match my clothing to his own casual attire and we head out on the jampacked interstate towards downtown. He dodges my insatiable curiosity by cranking up the music, making conversation impossible. My thoughts dance around like drunks…. exuberant and confused. Navigating city traffic in wild weather is not quite how I envision a lazy weekend. Yet, the upbeat playlist, coupled with his boyish enthusiasm, starts to elevate my own mood and finally breaks down the rest of my resistance.