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.
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.