I’m trying this new thing. I’m asking myself, “What do I want to do?” Or sometimes the emphasis is: “What do I want to do?”
In a rare gem of a weekend without set plans, I had space to answer the question every day. Now, of course, I had some obligations. A girl gotta get a paycheck, after all. But here’s what a little space for spontaneity and desire/freedom allowed for.
Chipotle and beer sampling. A “playlist” in the form of a stack of vinyl. Hookah. Chai. Moscow mules. Three beverages at once. Lounging improperly in a skirt.
Harmonica while driving. Why not?
Doing the best thing for me even though it was scary.
Noticing:
A couple stood atop the pedestrian bridge over Dodge. Each had a dog leash, the dogs sniffing around in opposite directions. The people kissed as traffic passed below.
A Justin Timberlake song came on the radio shortly before I hit a red light. While idling, I noticed in the rearview that the girls in the car behind me were mouthing the words to the same song, enthusiastically singing along. They took different parts. They waved their hands. They tapped their palms on the outside of the car doors through open windows.
Boneless wings and open confessions. Advice.
Ice cream twice in one day.
Front-porch hanging.
Being outside and without shoes as much as possible.
Playing cards on hospital bed. Rooting against Kansas even though I don’t know why exactly I hate them so much. Finishing taxes x 2! Making a joke — a good one — and laughing at it too long.
Peeing with the door open.
Showing up. Stout shakes outside. Pipes. Amsterdam. Staying up late because I can … and maybe because the stout shakes had coffee liqueur. Hugging too much.
Sleeping.
Playing frisbee.
Cooking. Chopping. Grilling. Eating on the stoop. Talking — really talking — until the sun went down.
Skyping with a bestie.
One response to “A weekend of spontaneity, what I want”
oh man…sounds amazing…so much of it – plus you made me laugh multiple times!