Sinus Infection Fantasies

I am having issues with my sinuses today and I'm at work. So I'm miserable. Naturally, because I'm miserable, I decided to fantasize about a perfect day.

It would be October. I would start the day early, but not too early. About 7. Go to a coffee shop, get some tea and eat a bagel and read for awhile. I would sit in the window and watch the world wake up...you know, pedestrians and bicycles zipping or sauntering by. I would be wearing some lovely whimsical outfit. (I never find myself clothed in some lovely, whimsical outfit...) Maybe I would meet up with someone I know there. Hopefully not an awkward acquaintance, hopefully a friend who already knows I'm odd. We would chat and then decide to go to the local flea market. or antique shop. either. We would buy lockets and old mirrors and compacts. We would forget that nobody has a dressing table anymore and just buy things we thought were pretty. non-sensible things only. Perhaps I would also buy a jar of something pickled. I like people who know how to pickle things. It would be quite a sensible thing to know in the event of society collapsing. Also farming and sewing. Many skills that have gone out of fashion could potentially be very important if something nuclear happened. But I would be ruining my perfect day with nuclear thoughts. So like me. After my friend and I had more trinkets than we could carry, we would part ways.

I would then go to a movie. I love to go to movies alone at strange times. Like in the morning or early afternoon. I would see a movie that film snobs would say was too emotional. But I like when they go a little over the top, so I'd pick something where there is a lot of crying, a lot of angst, a lot of love. You know, the type of movie that requires estrogen to sit through. I would buy the largest coke they had. And sit by myself in the dark and laugh and cry. It would be nice.

I think after the movie I would eat a BLT. As far as sandwiches go, the BLT is really top shelf. There is nothing better. So I would go get myself a BLT somewhere. It is the most fantastic sandwich, after all.

Probably after this I would run into a carnival. I can't explain my love for carnivals. They are actually quite gross and trashy. But I love the smell of funnel cakes, even if I don't like the taste. And I like the music and the flashing lights and how you can win yourself a goldfish or stuffed animal. And I've always liked the carousel, so I would take a ride on that. Also the ferris wheel. Classics. And I would win a goldfish. It would be grand. I would also get a bag of caramel popcorn. Which is by far, the greatest treat imaginable.

After that I would be pretty loaded down with my purchases from the flea market and my goldfish and my caramel popcorn. So I would call my driver to come pick it up and take it home for me. I would then go to Williams Sonoma. Money would be of no concern. I am after all, an heiress. But a nice one. I would buy new dishes and glasses. And a whisk. Because I don't have one, but it's always been my favorite kitchen utensil. I like the sound that happens when something is whisked. I would probably spend quite a lot of time in that magical place. Because it is divine. It makes me feel clean. It's like church.

My day is pretty much winding down. It's after 7 and I am supposed to meet my hott boyfriend for dinner. We don't go to a fancy place. We go someplace with a bar and music that's a little too loud and atmosphere that's a little too bustling. But we like it because we both feel uncomfortable in snobby restaurants. So we'd have a couple beers and eat a steak. "because there's nothing better than a good steak," says the Kansan. We wouldn't worry much about our waistlines because we are walking home so we can look at stars. On our walk home he lets me stop in a travel shop that sells photographs from around the world. I pick one from Italy. It's of a bicycle leaning against a fence. I can't explain why I love it...it just looks like heaven. I pull out my red notebook and make a note to myself, "must go to Italy."

When I get home I just plop down on my couch and watch HBO. HBO is the best at television. I would also watch an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians. I can't explain that one. Then I fall asleep.