two kids in a rotten candy-store

... would be more impressed than we were at Sexpo '06. Still, conscious of the kinds of activities which we at our age ought to partake more in, Dr Prozac and I garnered enough enthusiasm to check out every stall, take the token amusement ride (if only it was as seedy as that sounds!), and wince at an instructional video about exfoliating the male's nether region.

The above notwithstanding, Saturday nights out with the Doc rock my world. And no amount of overpriced entrées or cleanskin wine could ever make it otherwise.