Two Months to Go

My lovely cousin Jade Sheldon asked me tonight what I'd do if the Mayans were right and the world was actually going to end two months from now.  She posted her own thoughts here

http://printhebiggestlittlecity.blogspot.com/2012/10/what-if-mayans-are-right.html?spref=fb

and I thought I'd make my own post about what I'd do.

I'm already moving home in a few weeks (hallelujah!), so I'd dedicate what time I have out here to doing things I can't do back home.  For instance, I'd strut down Rodeo Drive like I owned it in my absolute favorite high heels.  I'd go back to LACMA and sit and stare at the Picassos for an hour.  And then I'd go sit in the Rodin room for an hour.
I'd go to the LA Zoo, and to the Getty (I plan on doing these things anyway...need to get on that!), and hike up to the Hollywood sign so I could see all of LA spread before me.  I'd go to the Long Beach Aquarium, and have dinner at the fancy South African restaurant across the street from it.

I'd go to the African Hut, buy proper British bangers (and meat pies!) and make myself a dinner of bangers and mash, with peas and a dessert of Mars bars.

The next day I'd eat nothing but biltong and South African candy - until dinnertime when I'd eat the rest of the bangers and mash, of course.

Then I'd drive across America and take so many pictures I'd have to buy another 4 gig card since my original one will be full.

Once I got home, I'd NOT go to the dentist (sorry doc, but with two months to go, I'd rather avoid the drills!), or my doctor, or my ophthalmologist.
I would cook all my favorite things for Mom so she wouldn't have to cook, and then make her cook them so I could taste them the way she does them.

I'd spend an entire day at the beach, in my teeniest bikini, and I'd punch anyone who gave me a dirty look for being fat.

I'd paint my nails every time I felt like it, and get a full body wax so I wouldn't have to shave ever again (oh what a blessed thought!).  I'd watch all of my favorite movies and have a cocktail every evening.

I would cuddle my kitties and pamper them hand and foot, so they'd know how much I love them and that I'm so sorry for staying away for so long.  (Actually, that's probably going to happen anyway.)

I'd call certain of my exes and tell them where they got off and that they were going to rot in hell for how they treated me and how they left me.
I'd call certain of my exes and thank them for treating me with respect, and trying to make it work, even when things got rough.

I'd cook something lovely whenever I wanted, and eat my favorite cheese buns, and talk to my best friends, and make caramel brownies and eat them with Edy's Double Fudge Brownie ice cream.  I'd wear my fanciest clothes to go clubbing, and my Make Up Forever #206 lipstick every day.

I'd paint my garden, and photograph a band one last time.  I'd wear as much jewelry as I could so all of it could see the light of day again at least once.

But  most of all, I'd make every moment memorable - and with my family, my friends.  Family and friends are what's important, when everything comes down.