Float.

I don’t remember when exactly this was. I want to say it was near the end of a spring semester. I was probably working on a yearbook and she was probably just finished with an evening event with her youth group. We met up at the Central Market in Fort Worth and made our own root beer floats and drank a few beers. That was a time when I had so much work to do I would bring lunch and dinner to school and just stay late into the night. So I needed a break, but I never would have done this by myself.

This location has a big outside eating area with a playground, so it’s been my experience that nobody really ever goes into the second floor balcony. So that’s where we sat. On a weeknight there was nobody really there anyway.

It’s a good memory. This place was a field when I was a kid. You can just see the outline of the church that predated the commercial development we were sitting in. When I was in high school there was a Borders Books across the parking lot and I used to drive my truck there to have coffee with friends and browse. It’s a container store now. I go shopping here with my kids almost every weekend.