We went to a nice restaurant and ate on the patio. With candles.
We both ate some spicy food and got major heartburn halfway through the meal. Then we had some creme brulee. Then we talked about how stinking old we are now. Heartburn during a romantic candlelit dinner doesn't exactly make you feel like a teenager. Then we talked about how we probably would never have survived the Hunger Games and how we needed to work out more (as we were licking the bottom of the creme brulee bowl).