You have 7 days left of *maybe* still getting carded at the bar.
Remember the first time you walked me home? My heels were KILLING me and we had a mile left to walk. As we are aware, heels on the cobblestone streets of Florence just don't work. So, I started taking them off, opting to walk home barefoot. You immediately offered to carry me. I laughed and said "No, thanks". You insisted. I said again, "No, thanks". You picked me up. And carried me A MILE home.
By the way: Why do you put up with me?