The bonding truly came, though, on the way home, at the intersection of Jackson and 23rd: the state liquor store.
"Mind if I stop in here?" I asked, somewhat sheepishly.
"You know, I always drive past here, meaning to stop in... " she said.
We really didn't need to; we were both buzzing with the sense that Doing Our Part was not at all like a term paper, or back-country dentistry, or hell.
What took us so long?
What's taking you?