Scenes from my life that make me think I am maybe not as mature as all that:

Fleeing a gorgeous French restaurant, giggling uncontrollably, while the wonderful Lindsay shamelessly flirts with our French waiter in her high school French. The last words I heard were: "Do you 'ave a boyfriend?" Also, now that I think about it, maybe the bit where we pretended it was Lindsay's birthday in order to get a birthday candle stuck into our dessert...