Question 43
Describe in detail your "perfect day".
Be as specific as possible.
posted by punky @ 9:00 AM
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Up at 7. Feed the dogs, make some coffee. Drink a cup of coffee on the deck while reading the paper. Make a little breakfast, bring some to the wife who is still in bed (if she is happy, I am happy).
Go for a walk with the dogs. Dink around in the garden or shop for a while. Head out to play some golf with some friends, have a beer in the clubhouse after. Come home, make some dinner for the wife and I, maybe some friends. Make a fire in our firepit and sit around talking. Go to bed, get the "what a good idea" answer then go to sleep.
I've had several, and they've all been completely different from each other. The only common factor (besides me) is the way what happens matches my mood perfectly, whether it's sunny or raining, whether I'm at the beach or in the mountains or at some chi-chi spa, whether I'm drunk or sober, whether I'm alone or in good company. Oh yes. And lots of laughter. That's the other common factor.
Saturday was pretty close.
One for the future:
Waking up in Weasel's arms. Eating pancakes with the kids on deck. Heading down to the beach. Taking a long relaxing sail around the harbor. Out into the ocean. Crashing waves. A pod of dolphins. Sea Lions on the bouy. Salt spray on my face. Back to the house. Long hot shower. Tucking the little ones in. Nestling back in bed with Weasel.
There are too many "depending on" situations here - however, I'll give it a shot. Warning - Long Post - she did ask for specific detail!
Wake up refreshed and ready to go - possibly with a censorsed stuff before getting out of bed. A leisurely warm shower followed by a dry off with an oversized and warmed fluffy towel. Since the weather is going to be glorious: shorts, sandals and light cotton shirt are all ironed and ready to go. A kiss on the cheek to the boy (being carried by my wife) on the way to breakfast - fresh juice, eggs, some form of meat product, toast, cream cheese, fruit, coffee and tea. This is, of course, eaten overlooking the beach and pool area of the resort.
Since it's still nice and cool, we go for a walk along the sand. Then, as the day warms up, it's back to the beach chairs and oversize umbrella for napping, reading, ogling of any bikinis that walk by, etc. Your typical Mexican Riviera mid-morning.
Lunch and drinks (water, fruity drinks and alcohol) are brought to us in the chairs by the eager and grass-skirt-and-bikini clad young waitstaff. We duck back to the room for a siesta and censored stuff, before heading back to the beach for a snorkel and playing in the surf. After we've had our fill of that, return to the rooms (which have been made up in our absence both times) for showering and lounging before getting dressed to go out. The CPR-trained registered nurse (aka the babysitter) arrives to take care of the boy and refuses to take money!
We take our time over a glorious 5 course meal (Red Snapper soup (from The Terrace Restaurant in Longwood Gardens, PA); spring mix salad with your choice of dressing; Creole chicken and dirty rice for her (but we share, so I get some!) - a hefty prime rib with french fries (yes, I'm common) for me; a light fluffy cheesecake with strawberry drizzle; decaf coffee.) Wine and beer flow freely during dinner, as our lively conversation wanders around from topic to topic, sprinkled with laughter.
With a light buzz on, we take in a movie at the very private and elegantly furnished theater (possibly with some discrete censored stuff), then walk back to the beach to listen to the RBRs playing some live music at the bar where all the bloglits are hanging out (stolen from Kaf!) After some drinking, dancing and singing, the wife and I head back to the rooms for some wild gorilla censored stuff and then drift off to sleep.
Rinse and repeat!
Um, April 23d.
psst ... Boo. I said day, not date. Try again. Perhaps Sunday?
Wifester, the kids and I, beautiful mountain lake, fishing. Kids mostly playing happily in the backround, interrupted by the occasional bite of the fish. Sitting, drinking beer with wife, in the shade, reading a good book at times, just talking at others.
Trout for dinner, of course!
How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on work now?
Jamester
Oh fine.
My perfect day would involve waking up naturally, windows open, breeze coming in, clear blue sky and birds singing. I'd eat a fresh baked mufin for breakfast with a big mug of delicious coffee while sitting on the deck overlooking a gorgeous lake and magnificent mountains. I'd grab the dogs and a few good friends and go for a long hike which would involve lots of laughing, playing, and breathtaking views of nature. Then we would come back to the house and make a big lunch and eat it outside on the deck while the dogs went swimming. Then we'd all go for a sunset kayak ride. After that we'd all make dinner and have a "Big Chill" type dinner ... lots of laughter, wine, excellent food, excellent company, excellent music and fabulous conversation. And then we'd all fall asleep and everyone would crash at my house - because I have tons of spare rooms and space for all my fabulous friends. And then we'd wake up the next morning to a huge "paake" and waffle breakfast and sit around in our jammies and slippers eating a yummy breakfast and lounging around with no where to be and nothing to do but relax and hang with friends.
That would be my perfect day.
A perfect day for me at this point would be simple.....Wake up with enough time to browse the net while having a cup of coffee, have a shower, not have to iron my clothes, not get behind some doofus on my way to work that is lost and nearly stops a dozen time before finding the correct turn, having a quick and easy answer for the problems that come up at work, having the place I eat lunch at not screw up my order, have a couple cold ones with friend after work, get home and find that a good movie is on that I haven't seen in a while, go to sleep.
Not perfect day? Wake up with the person you've been seeing for a couple weeks after your first "stay together" night. Talk about meeting her later that day for dinner and drinks. Run home to get changed to go into work for a few hours on a Saturday to get caught up on some things. Get to work and find that hell has broken loose causing you to stay for 8 hours. Run home and change to meet at a bar and grill. Get there and find she's brought her male "just a" friend. Have a bite to eat and then some drinks. Get up to go to the bathroom and return to find them in a position to indicate that it's more than just friends, but they don't see you until after the fact. Call for the check, tell them to be safe driving home and that you hope that they don't get broadsided by a cement truck. Pay the check not realizing that it's for the entire table. Get a text on the drive home asking if I'm upset. Vow not to date anyone under 30 again. Go to sleep watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind".
That would suck to have a day like that.
(((HUGS GRAZ)))
Perfect day: Ingredients would include my kids and other family members; a special someone to be named later; my friends; Ambergris Caye, Belize; a wall dive; never-ending calorie-free pina coladas with kaluaha; fresh-caught seafood dinner, some of that Belizian raisin bread; lots of sun, sand and surf; dancing on the beach; beautiful sunset.
Fine. I'll just go to Punky's perfect day. Sounds good to me. Except I might add something about rocking chairs and an afternoon/after hike/after lunch nap, just to make it a completely well rounded day.
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