Today was probably the best day ever to wear casual clothes rather than pajamas.

All the restaurants were open late due to a Blue Jays game that went into extra innings, and ended later than scheduled. They were expecting mad amounts of people going into eat.

Duncan and I got into Outback and were seated before all of the commotion started. Right now, there were mostly guys here finishing up their drinks at the bar since the game ended. I turned to Duncan and said, "Wow. It's been a while since I've actually been out, you know?"

"Yeah," he said, glancing around. He turned to the door, and laughed under his breath.

"What?" I asked.

"Look at the couple at the door…"

I sat up. It was some girl – mid twenties, perhaps – who wore aviator shades, a huge, (hopefully faux) fur coat, skinny jeans and Uggs.

All in the dead of summer.

She was holding hands with some guy who looked about thirty. His hair was slightly balding, and he wore some geek outfit. He was doing something on his iPhone.

I turned towards Duncan, smiling. I let out a small laugh and said, "Silly Canadians."

The server came with this small loaf of bread – it was pumpernickel, I suppose, since it's the only brown bread I know of – with a knife and small container of whipped butter. Just because we're so classy, we ripped the bread off of the loaf and dipped a bit of butter on it.

Slicing the bread and coating it with butter would take too much time. Soon after we got the bread, baseball fans were piling in. The staff was trying to rush tables to get the fans in, so the server soon came by and took the orders – I got a filet mignon with a salad, and Duncan got the same thing, except he got prime rib rather than the filet.

Soon after, he kept glancing at the door, people-watching again. I did, too. Soon, he was covering his mouth with his hands, trying to keep from laughing.

I smiled. "What's so funny?"

"Look at the blonde girl's shirt."

I sat up. At first I thought he was being perverted because the shirt showed a lot of skin. It was a plain white t-shirt, tied up to reveal her stomach. Writing was written in royal blue glitter glue. Mostly there were stars and hearts on it, while on the back in huge letters was: "I LOVE BJ's!"

I grabbed the napkin and bit it to keep from laughing hysterically. I knew what the real acronym was supposed to be, but still - that was probably the most pervertedly hilarious thing I've ever seen. In real life, that is. If I had my phone with me, I'd definitely consider sending this to Michelle.

After I calmed down, I said, "She could never wear that in the U.S."

He nodded. "I know…but it's like those things you see on the Internet. The stuff where you're like, 'Oh, that's funny, but it'll never happen' and it's actually true."

"It's an odd, perverted place out there, hon."

After some lighter – more appropriate – conversation, the food finally came out. It looked like the commercials – the ones where they showed a juicy steak slowly being flipped on a grill. It looked absolutely mouth-watering.

We ate, still people-watching. We hoped for someone that could top BJ girl, but nobody could.

After we were done eating, Duncan paid the check and we left. Before we returned to hell, we went to Wawa, picked up multiple meal bars – the diet ones that made it seem like you ate a lot when you've only eaten a bar the size of a small remote control. We also stopped at a shopping mall and bought some stuff from Hot Topic – I bought a winter hat with the Tim Burton-version of the "Alice in Wonderland" cat. It was a light blue with yellow eyes and this long, creepy smile. Oh, and it had ears. They were cute, awesome ears. Duncan bought a Kurt Cobain shirt. Well, if you want to get technical, it was a Rolling Stone shirt. It was the June 2, 1994 edition – the one covering Kurt Cobain's death.

"I've always wanted one of these," Duncan said, "but the store near me stopped selling them a while back."

As we walked, the plastic bags rustled at my feet. The lights reflected off of the water in the streets – apparently a pipe broke or something, and the neon lights illuminated the road.

I turned to Duncan and told him, "Honestly, this is the most fun I've had with someone in a while."

"Same here," he grinned. He then said, "Do you think we can just walk in the front gate of the set, or do we have to climb the wall again?"

"Climb the wall. Going in a gate with an alarm is too risky."

"Right."

We got to the set. Duncan left the Hot Topic bag he was carrying with me as he hopped the wall.

On the inside, he called, "Okay, pass them over!"

I hopped up, dropped the bags, and he exclaimed, "Okay, got 'em! Now come over!"

I hopped up. He grabbed my hands and pulled me over the wall.

I turned back to the brick fence and said, "Well, I say that was a successful escape."

He grinned. "We should really consider doing it again one day."

"Hopefully Courtney will be gone before then. I'm afraid she's probably going to follow me, trying to find some fault in me…"

"Out of spite?"

"Yeah, she's a girl who wants everything she wants. And she gets brutal when she doesn't get something. And, of course, that something is you."

"I don't know why she likes – or liked – me, anyway. Opposites attract relationships are impossible outside of the filmmaking industry."

"That kiss behind the cabin was momentum," I said in a mocking tone.

He grinned. "Good mock, Gwen. Good mock."

"Thank you." I patted his head facetiously.