You know what's fun? Driving around country roads, getting completely lost while searching for cemeteries, and singing along to Rent's "La Vie Boheme" (or at least I was singing along; Chris had never heard the music before so he was just giving me amused 'I'm marrying a certified weirdo' looks).
When your mother tells you to get some dinner, grabbing a handful of peanut butter M&Ms and then doing the little Force-wave while saying, "These are not candy, they are Magic Happy Pills and they are healthy"--