Eleven Things I Can’t Wait To Do When I Get Home
[in no particular order]
- Order my winter beverage of choice–Absolut on the rocks, dirty–without having to explain what “on the rocks” and “dirty” mean.
- Weed my garden, or what’s left of it after six weeks of practically no rain.
- Welcome dozens of friends to my house for what is sure to be the Best Thanksgiving Ever.
- Watch the Krewe du Vieux from my corner, drinking myself silly before, during, and after the parade.
- Dance cheek-to-cheek with my boyfriend every time the band plays “If Ever I Cease to Love” at the Society of St. Anne ball.
- Assemble a cast, write a play, and direct it at One Eyed Jacks.
- Ride a bike absolutely anywhere, terrifying pedestrians along the way.
- Play a couple of games of bumper pool at Mimi’s, then walk over to Big Daddy’s for the real thing.
- Linger over two-hour dinners at Crepe Nanou, Tommy’s, Commander’s Palace, Cafe Degas, and Feelings. One-hour dinners will suffice at Pho Tau Bay and Deanie’s (assuming it’s still standing). I’d like to include Sid-Mar’s on that list, but its future is in question right now.
- Head to La Peniche for a hideously high-cal, high-fat blue cheese burger, only to realize that it’s Wednesday and La Peniche is therefore closed.
- Fall asleep on my own bed, surrounded by dogs, with the boyfriend in the next room, playing the Fiery Furnaces just a little too loudly.
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