Ok, that's probably a really tacky title to some, but we're a family who enjoys fart humor so deal.
Ever since Henry and I have been married we would on occasion decide to make trips late at night. Some short, some long.
"Hey, it's 1:00 a.m. Wanna drive to the ocean?"
"We should go to bed, it's late. Hey, let's go to a movie."
"Let's keep the party going. Let's go to Seattle!" (Henry is well-known amongst our friends for that last one.)
Since we had a child a DECADE ago, our little strange trips are shorter and closer to home. Most of the time. Now that we live in Vegas one of our favorite pastimes has been going to watch planes land...at night...in 25mph winds...while eating hot fudge sundaes.
We find this quite enjoyable while simultaneously somewhat nauseating. It has also helped us determine airlines that we will NEVER fly on based on their landing skills. I'm looking at you Allegiant Air!