Do you galavant?

I definitely do, at least for the first listed meaning, “to visit or go to a lot of different places yourself and not worry about other things you should be doing.” But I don’t frolic.

I am more of a meanderer than a galavantor.

I would galavant, but I don’t want the hassle of applying for a permit from the Ministry of Silly Walks.

I more galumph.

I prefer the French word flaneur (someone who walks around not doing anything in particular but watching people and society).

Do you flaneur in flannel?

Yes, and I flaunt it.

I don’t galavant but sometimes I gallivant.

I dance thru life, with out a care in the world.

So said my 6th grade Math teacher.

I’m not so sure. I think I might creep or skulk. Not in a scary way. More like a timid mouse way.

I mosey.

Great, now I’ve got this stuck in my head.

Sometimes I Galavant.

Other times I Schmigadoon.

I peregrinate.

I jubilantly lurch with a bit of sparkle.

Alas ! I can only Skulk.
But, at least Skulking keeps me out of the Pool Halls.

I’m not sure if I galavant or not. Is it anything like parading?

There aren’t any Rich American Widows to betray whist galavanting.

I’m an inveterate gamboler.

I play and sing old-time music.

So my preferred mode is ramblin’.

That was going too far. Watch your step.