Do you picnic?
I have always liked the idea of throwing a blanket on the grass or sand, kicking off the shoes, letting the wind blow through my hair as I ate at the thought of the beauty that surrounds me, but realistically, I have never found them enjoyable, or comfortable for that matter. They are made for movie moments that I wish would feel just like they look on the big screen.
At the end of the day, just like sex on a beach, the idea of it all is always better then the reality. I fail to feel the romance of it all. How about you? How often do you picnic? -tM