I could go for a walk. 

I could join the boyz in Mundy.

Everyone left for a walk.

UPDATE

I did not bother putting on socks and put on my winter boots to go join everyone in Mundy. They were hanging out in the dog park while hubby read Edna St Vincent Millay in awe of her and puzzled to. She is not easy to understand often and her sentences run long and are hard to understand. Cryptic and obscure metaphors. But we both love her work, hubby maybe even more than me.