Morning: Paris, France
So there I am, wearing a fur stole and a beret, drinking some fancy, over-priced, French latte, and walking down the street at an hour that is totally unrealistic for me to be awake (here in Portland we all sleep till 11). And then suddenly, I see that Tom guy that sometimes sends me drunk emails from across the globe. And I'm like, "Holy shit! You're that Tom guy that sometimes sends me drunk emails from across the globe! Want to hang out and eat croissants?!" And Tom is like, "Oh my gawd, I LOVE CROISSANTS! Actually, I just ran into Allison and she was eating a croissant." This blows my mind.
Me: "Allison is here too?!"
Tom: "Yeah, but I think she's on a date, I don't think we should bother her."
Me: "Oh come on. We should totally bother her."
Tom: "Okay, if you insist."
So we find Allison. Her fantasy boyfriend Francois has just left to go wash his hair again, so we show up in time for leftover croissants. The Eiffel tower is in the distance and I think Pink Martini's "Sympatique" is playing somewhere. We have a lovely little visit before the time comes for us all to go our separate ways. Allison vows to make a playlist next Tuesday in honor of the event and Tom lets me borrow his iPod so I can listen to Ace of Base on the way to my next location.
Afternoon: Easter Island
I'm not entirely sure why, but seeing these weird tiki heads has always been a strange ambition of mine:
There are also some really sweet caves on this island to explore. And in this fantasy, not only am I a spelunking champion, but I am accompanied by a handsome Chilean archaeologist who knows the layout and history of the caves. Huzzah!
Evening: The Egyptian Sand Sea near Siwa, Egypt
Unlike the other two places, this is a place I have been before. It's actually one of my favorite places in the world, which is why I chose to include it in my perfect day.
I am riding in a white jeep with an Egyptian man named Abdul and a couple of European tourists. We stop on the top of a large dune to watch the sunset. Abdul starts a fire and makes tea. The red glowing ball known as the sun descends into the horizon and everything in the universe feels right.
Evening: Whichever European country has the cutest boys and the best discotheques
This one is fairly self-explanatory. I am dressed to kill and dancing like there's no tomorrow. Perfect end to a perfect day, right? :D
Of course, there is a tomorrow. I awake to the sound of a knock on my door. I answer it reluctantly and it's the building manager telling me the water is down once again. Disoriented, I realize I'm back to my life in Portland.
And that concludes today's edition of The TASG. This is The Yank, signing off!
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