Perfect day ... V 2.0

Three years and a handful of days ago, I posted what my perfect day would be like. I’d forgotten all about that post until Smacky mentioned it in his May 1 retrospective. So I figured I’d rewrite my perfect day – v.2.0 if you will – without looking at the 2005 post ... and then compare them. So here goes nothing.

My perfect day 2008:

Wake up. Sun’s shining and I’m grateful that I’m on the side of the bed facing the window because I’m totally a morning person. Two glasses of water, then a steaming mug of jasmine tea as a reward. Shower. Makeup (black eyeliner, pink lip gloss; life is better with pink lip gloss). Baggy jeans, black hoodie, Birkenstocks.

Watch an hour of cartoons. Maybe spend half an hour playing whatever video game currently has a grip on me ... and not get angry at the game. Half an hour on the piano.

Drive to the bluffs; lo and behold, My Spot isn’t flooded. (Night shot at the left.) It’s quiet and not too cold, thanks to the hoodie. Write. Read – maybe reread my favorite classics: Walden or anything by Eliot. Lunch is tacos and homemade (but not by me) banana pudding, washed down with Framboise.

Toss on the iPod and drive for a while. Get a massage and a facial. Ooh, and a pedicure. Shop – lipstick, new purse, various electronics (120GB iPod; full-size, weighted-hammer, MIDI-compatible keyboard).

Dinner with all my friends, including a few from out of town. Sushi/hibachi. Pineapple boat and a Polaroid picture (not shaken). Live music in an intimate setting. Rock Band and Uno at my house until 3 a.m.

Crash in bed because the sun’s going to be back up in a few hours and I’m taking a road trip to anywhere, baby.

Hmm, okay. Let’s see here. Three years ago, I was much more centered: meditation and yoga on a soft blanket in a botanic garden. Lunch was Zoe’s potato salad (now closed), Abita root beer (now hard to find), red velvet cake (requires effort to make). I’ve changed from a black skirt (which I tripped on and tore a hole through) to baggy jeans. Still wearing a black hoodie and Birks.

Still reading Eliot, but I gave up my e-books (Neverwhere, Anarchists’ Cookbook) for Walden. Still writing. Didn’t bring my kite with me like I did in 2005, although, in retrospect, that would’ve been a good idea.

Sugary Earl Grey has become jasmine tea (I’ve cut my sugar intake). Traded a Jacuzzi bath for a party with my friends and staying up all night. Added in some shopping and a massage.

My writing has become a lot more utilitarian and less elegant, but whatever. It’s not killing me.

... So, from this, I determine that three years of bipolar meds, reuniting with friends (!!), getting on supplements for the anemia, going through a cancer scare, getting two cats and spending more non-school time with Paul have made me more outgoing, less anxious, more energetic, less self-aware, more social, less socially awkward.

Also, I've broadened my taste in music and lipstick, and you know what? I'm having a lot more fun.