Eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked Fro Yo. By myself. And not feel guilty. Or calories.
Take a long, hot, bubbly, boozy, bookish bath with my bestie Jane Austen.
Have a slumber party with my best friends like we used to in college. We’d gorge ourselves on Freebirds or Gios or order in, drink too much wine, watch “Friends” on DVD, spend two hours in Blockbuster picking out a cartoon, make a cake with frosting. We’d fall asleep in one bed without brushing our teeth. Wake up in the morning and bike to the beach and spend the day laughing at who knows what, dreaming of when we’d live on a cul-de-sac together and have enough kids between the three of us for one awesome soccer team.
Be instantly good at the piano and serenade myself with anything by Elton John or Billy Joel. Or Elton Joel, their secret love bablien.
Have a good cry. Need “Terms of Endearment” or “The English Patient” and a good Shiraz to make that happen right now.
Smell better than I do at the moment after four workouts, two volleyball practices, one volleyball match, and two working days. Holding out until tomorrow am after my morning workout. Washing bedding this weekend. :)
Be at a live music show where old black people dressed in their finest boogie on the dance floor, like when my boyfriend took me to this blues club in Oakland, and I saw hats and fringe and monochrome outfits and old men in fedoras calling me “sugar.”
Play Mad Libs.
Hug my brothers and throw them in the pool.
Watch more Giants baseball.
Speak more Spanish, beyond the silly things I do in my classroom, like “El lapiz esta encima de la mesa.”
Try out one of these eight million hairstyles I’ve been pinning on Pinterest with no intention of ever using.
Hey I am excited about everything. I like to sing and dance and eat and drink. I love costumes and clean jokes. And to write. i pretend to work out and be crafty. big fan of sweatpants and you bringing over wine and cupcakes.