We are nine days away from the 4th of July. The 4th is probably my favorite holiday (after my birthday, of course). Sunshine, cold beer, fireworks, and a flaming grill, four things that make any day better. So while your MD is heading to his house in the hamptons, and you are stuck in the office running comps, take a moment to daydream.
If you had the entire day, and could do anything, what would you do?
Don't hold back. Money is not a problem. Plan the perfect day.
Thinking on it, I realise that what I want is quite simple.
I'd take my family and my closest friends, and head to St. Croix. I'd get a private beach, a boat and captain, a bartender, and a cook. We would proceed to fish, snorkel, scuba dive, drink rum, eat, and light several thousands of dollars worth of fireworks.
Alternatively, I would hike Mt. Washington with my friends and family and proceed to drink and light fireworks in G. Wash's honor. So pretty much the same as above, minus the beach and boat.
Does anyone's perfect day not involve drinking and fireworks?
***I would also like to apologize in advance for any monkeys who will be working on the 4th. I hope your day is not long, and that your work is easy. I would serioulsy consider trying to guilt your boss into a day off by calling him/her un-american (please, use your best judgement on this one).
I'd prolly drink some N.O. Xplode and go lift for 3 hours, then slam some protein
Followed by some lovely bowel movements!
I am seeing Phish at Jones Beach on July 4th, my buddy won some Phish lotto thing ;)
So thats pretty good... but I would probably spend the day surfing and grilling on the North Shore if I could do anything.
Wake up sans alarm, feeling fresh and content, to see the sun rise over a beach, on a remote island. Breakfast is waiting on the side table -- cinnamon swirl toast, steak and eggs, and perfectly crispy breakfast potatoes (assuming in this fantasy day I'm no longer gluten/lactose intolerant). I'm able to just watch the day begin and take in the view, before going for a walk.
The route is full of adorable wildlife (can it be kittens and puppies, or is that too unrealistic?), absolutely zero spiders, lush foliage, daisies, and no other humans. The sun is shining, but softly, and it's about 73 degrees with a slight breeze. At some points, just for the hell of it, I sprint as fast as I can for as long as I can. After going around the island in this manner, I return to my room, where a quiet, non-toe-thumbed version of Megan Fox is waiting to give me a massage. It's so good I'm able to relax enough to fall asleep, and wake up alone in the room again with lunch waiting -- this time light, crispy calamari with a spicy mango dipping sauce, a fresh lettuce wrap stuffed with lobster and sprinkled with lemon juice, and a fresh bowl of fruit (no shitty melons, we're talking kiwi, raspberries, pomegranate seeds, blueberries, etc.) for dessert.
I take in the view again, watching the waves ebb and flow, letting my mind relax and wander, thinking of nothing in particular. I decide to go out on the beach (also in this day I am not ridiculously pale and/or don't burn) and read...first Vonnegut, then some T.S. Eliot poems, finished off by Jurassic Park. Somehow it's barely mid-afternoon, so I decide to go back to the jungle. I like using my muscles, so I climb the trees, and find a nice spot to see the expanse of the island from up high. I study its different elements and cuddle with some of the kittens and puppies that live in the trees (??).
I can feel the afternoon dwindling, so I go back to soak in a steamy, natural pool...take care of some business, and then go back out to the beach, where dinner is waiting for me. This time, it's Tex-Mex -- a big, chubby burrito stuffed with shaved steak, guacamole, grilled peppers and onions, and fresh chopped tomatoes, and dessert is a Levain chocolate peanut butter double doozie with nutella buttercream icing (for the ignorant among you, a double doozie is when you take two cookies and make a sandwich using icing as a filling). By the time I've finished this feast, it's become dark, and I can admire the stars. I find a blanket next to me, which helps keep me warm in the refreshingly cool night air.
I find myself growing tired, and take one last look up at the stars. I return to my bed, which feels welcoming and warm, and quickly fall asleep. Then I wake up the next morning and realize I have 100 emails on my blackberry telling me to change the font and colors in a presentation that's already on version 263. Oh well.
Walking around distributing flame retardant pamphlets on fire safety.
Enjoy the phish, hopefully jonny law isn't too fascist in the lots.
I saw this on Brobible a few years ago. Even now, it sounds really nice:
Spend an afternoon with my significant other in either Zanzibar, Buzios, or Druvrovnik
why are people posting this gay shit all the time now
this almost makes me miss the "fuck banking" threads
get AIDS, and then beat it
beat someone with AIDS
+1SB grand papi
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