Any baseball game with decent weather is perfect enough for me. 
(Ideally, if my team wins.)
(Ideally, if my team wins.)
Your perfect day...
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the Sox at Fenway, a cold hotdog and a flat beer.
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I just want to see my baby girl for the first time....
SHUP!
I like this idea, though I'm going to redefine it to a 24hr period rather than a normal day, as any "perfect day" simply doesn't include a full morning.
So, wake up about 11.30-ish in a swanky hotel suite (I'm thinking somewhere like 11 Cadogan Gardens for the right balance between luxury and discretion), share breakfast in bed and a little fun with some gorgeous brunette before getting ready to face the day, leaving the hotel by about 2pm.
From the hotel, I want to go to Savile Row & its environs and spend a really offensive amount of money on a new wardrobe (major bonus points to anyone who catches that reference). Then a nice cream tea somewhere moderately pleasant (eg Claridge's on a quiet day with few tourists) with my father. Later in the evening, head out with a couple of friends for a great meal and a few excellent bottles of wine at a top-notch restaurant like Marcus Wareing at the The Berkeley (what used to be Petrus before all the shenanigans).
Late finish obviously, but enough time to go somewhere for a chilled out drink or two before bedtime. Following morning, wake up slightly earlier at about 10.30-ish, but only because I need to get ready for an early afternoon flight (private jet, obviously) somewhere sunny and nice like Mauritius with the brunette from the day before.
Oh, and I'd have my own personal orchestra following me around, playing the perfect soundtrack to the awesome movie montage that is my life.
I am but a man of simple needs...
Forgive me if this is horribly geeky or cliched but since nothing was taken off the table as to how far out it could be, this would be my perfect day...
To wake up in a world where everyone's basic needs are met, without reservation or rebuke. No one is hungry, no one is homeless, an no one goes without medical care. To spend a day where anyone is free to try their hand at anything they might wish. If they succeed their success is rewarded with more responsibility, more prestige etc. And if they fail? Well then they are free to either try again, or to try something else.
I want to spend a day living in a world where no one is looked down upon because of their job. Captains, and Kings, and ditch diggers are all respected if they do what they do to the best of their ability.
My perfect day would involve knowing that I could indulge any intellectual whim of mine. Read any book, see any movie, hear any music.
Then when it came time to eat, I could do so secure in the knowledge that nothing in my food would potentially kill me.
Either that or spend the entire day watching DS9 on DVD. I'm not picky.
To wake up in a world where everyone's basic needs are met, without reservation or rebuke. No one is hungry, no one is homeless, an no one goes without medical care. To spend a day where anyone is free to try their hand at anything they might wish. If they succeed their success is rewarded with more responsibility, more prestige etc. And if they fail? Well then they are free to either try again, or to try something else.
I want to spend a day living in a world where no one is looked down upon because of their job. Captains, and Kings, and ditch diggers are all respected if they do what they do to the best of their ability.
My perfect day would involve knowing that I could indulge any intellectual whim of mine. Read any book, see any movie, hear any music.
Then when it came time to eat, I could do so secure in the knowledge that nothing in my food would potentially kill me.
Either that or spend the entire day watching DS9 on DVD. I'm not picky.
^ This post would have been absolutely sublimely beautiful, had it not been for the tragic mention of DS9! 
Two words. Robert Redford. Must be.
Two words. Robert Redford. Must be.
My perfect day? A full 24 hours at home, ALONE.
For God's sake I hate kids.
I want a day, alone, at home, just me, my computer, the internet, and my piano, with NO ONE ELSE.
You see, there's one thing I can't do, and that's improv. At least, I can't improv... with people listening. Or people hearing, for that matter.
And I hate kids.
I just want a day when I can play all I want with all the mistakes I won't get berated for and just improvise and maybe even write songs 'till the cows come home.
I've had the house to myself for 6 hours at a time before, and they always result in a marvelously clean house [me in Jeeves Mode] and a few fantastic hours of incredible musical improvisation like I can't even imagine.
...did I mention I hate kids?
For God's sake I hate kids.
I want a day, alone, at home, just me, my computer, the internet, and my piano, with NO ONE ELSE.
You see, there's one thing I can't do, and that's improv. At least, I can't improv... with people listening. Or people hearing, for that matter.
And I hate kids.
I just want a day when I can play all I want with all the mistakes I won't get berated for and just improvise and maybe even write songs 'till the cows come home.
I've had the house to myself for 6 hours at a time before, and they always result in a marvelously clean house [me in Jeeves Mode] and a few fantastic hours of incredible musical improvisation like I can't even imagine.
...did I mention I hate kids?
^ Get them a kindle - you'll never see them again, plus their mind won't be falling out of their ears.
^ Get them a kindle - you'll never see them again, plus their mind won't be falling out of their ears.
Ah, let me clarify. Three female siblings, approximate ages: 1.3, 2.8, 4.4 years old.
^ Then you're screwed.
Ban them till they're "old enough to dust".
Ban them till they're "old enough to dust".
Nah, not even close. Although come to think of it, I can connect him to one of the stars of the movie I referenced, via the otherwise unconnected 3rd party of Debra Winger. The second half of the sentence is the reference, BTW. It might help if I added than on a really, really perfect day, I'd be spending really offensive quantities of someone else's money on the new wardrobe.
- wake up after a good sleep, turn around and doze on for another 1-2 hours
- have a nice breakfast/brunch
- have some really nice (and possibly kinky) sex with a bombshell of a woman
- rest a bit
- shower
- do a bit of online surfing, maybe play a game or two
- meet some friends for some live games (cards, tabletop games, board games)
- go to a cozy, old style bar and have a few beers with some friends and with the bombshell of a woman from earlier in the day (let's call her my gf or my wife)
- watch some late night TV and then go to bed.. either to sleep or alternatively.. if the bombshell is around (you get it..)
And then i really wake up, realize it's 4.30 and i have the early shift in the office, curse my luck for not being born rich and crawl to the bathroom
- have a nice breakfast/brunch
- have some really nice (and possibly kinky) sex with a bombshell of a woman
- rest a bit
- shower
- do a bit of online surfing, maybe play a game or two
- meet some friends for some live games (cards, tabletop games, board games)
- go to a cozy, old style bar and have a few beers with some friends and with the bombshell of a woman from earlier in the day (let's call her my gf or my wife
)- watch some late night TV and then go to bed.. either to sleep or alternatively.. if the bombshell is around (you get it..
)And then i really wake up, realize it's 4.30 and i have the early shift in the office, curse my luck for not being born rich and crawl to the bathroom
I've actually had days that were near perfect, but usually caused to fall short by an annoying phonecall, or a shitty nappy. But here's would it would go like:
I get up around 9.00 in the morning, having had a restful night's sleep. I go downstairs, get some orange juice and a croissant, and then stop by the front door where I pick up the Sunday Times and Scotland on Sunday, and go upstairs, checking on my son to make sure he's ok and he is... sleeping soundly (no shitty nappy unlike last Sunday, which kind of meant a bad, smelly start to the morning), so then I go back in and say good morning to the wife, who's just waking up and very happy to have breakfast in bed.
We then spend an hour reading the Sunday papers together and talking about various things, and then we notice that there's an exhibition on in the National Museum that's particularly interesting, so then we decide to go there. We get up and get my son up and then get in the car and drive into town, and thankfully the tram construction isn't causing any problems.
We then spend an hour or so walking around the National Museum enjoying the exhibit, before going off to have a Sunday lunch in The Last Drop. After a thoroughly enjoyable lunch, we go back home for a bit where I finally manage to conquer clearing out the vast amounts of crap I've stored in what was meant to be the summerhouse (still haven't), before we decide to go up Arthur's Seat for an early evening walk.
We then go up to the top of Arthur's Seat, and then enjoy the spectacular view of Edinburgh we get from there:
After a while it starts to get dark, so we head back home, where I put my son to bed and watch a shitty B-movie with my wife and give it the MST3K treatment (it's always good fun) and then go upstairs and make love (uninterrupted by screaming baby) and fall asleep soon after, having had a relaxing, wonderful day.
I've had days like that, but where shitty nappies and a phonecall from a client wondering about suggestions about how to reduce turbulence in their wing design occurring because of a certain design flaw have combined to keep me tied up for hours and stressed. Were those things not to happen, I'd say I could have a perfect day.
I get up around 9.00 in the morning, having had a restful night's sleep. I go downstairs, get some orange juice and a croissant, and then stop by the front door where I pick up the Sunday Times and Scotland on Sunday, and go upstairs, checking on my son to make sure he's ok and he is... sleeping soundly (no shitty nappy unlike last Sunday, which kind of meant a bad, smelly start to the morning), so then I go back in and say good morning to the wife, who's just waking up and very happy to have breakfast in bed.
We then spend an hour reading the Sunday papers together and talking about various things, and then we notice that there's an exhibition on in the National Museum that's particularly interesting, so then we decide to go there. We get up and get my son up and then get in the car and drive into town, and thankfully the tram construction isn't causing any problems.
We then spend an hour or so walking around the National Museum enjoying the exhibit, before going off to have a Sunday lunch in The Last Drop. After a thoroughly enjoyable lunch, we go back home for a bit where I finally manage to conquer clearing out the vast amounts of crap I've stored in what was meant to be the summerhouse (still haven't), before we decide to go up Arthur's Seat for an early evening walk.
We then go up to the top of Arthur's Seat, and then enjoy the spectacular view of Edinburgh we get from there:
After a while it starts to get dark, so we head back home, where I put my son to bed and watch a shitty B-movie with my wife and give it the MST3K treatment (it's always good fun) and then go upstairs and make love (uninterrupted by screaming baby) and fall asleep soon after, having had a relaxing, wonderful day.
I've had days like that, but where shitty nappies and a phonecall from a client wondering about suggestions about how to reduce turbulence in their wing design occurring because of a certain design flaw have combined to keep me tied up for hours and stressed. Were those things not to happen, I'd say I could have a perfect day.
Richard Gere, Pretty Woman.
Very nice, but I suggest one improvement-- a world where no one is sick.
A perfect day is when everyone around me is in a good mood, determined to enjoy themselves, leaving me to just get to relax and do whatever is good that day.
Baking something is always fun.. cafe´s and shopping - completely lovely.
But most of all I want to just de-stress. That would be awesome.
Baking something is always fun.. cafe´s and shopping - completely lovely.
But most of all I want to just de-stress. That would be awesome.
^ Great to see you around the place! Cafes and baked goodies, I would join you in that day!
Just as long as there are muffins involved, preferably with white chocolate.
Just as long as there are muffins involved, preferably with white chocolate.
