If it can be only one day I’d choose the day my GF and me started getting back together again. The day started with just an ordinairy breakfast with my parents, then I went to Breda with her to visit my brother (well… we went to Breda and I visited my brother). We had lunch in a park there and she made me a chain of daisies to wear on my wrist, and we kissed. After I dropped her of on the train back I went and help my brother paint his crummy apartement and we had pizza and beer and talked. That was a good day
if it can be any amount of time i’d have a hard time choosing between a holiday with a dozen college friends of 9 years ago or any holiday with my GF.
It is an early Summer Day in West Mich, imagine taking a ride on a winding two lane country road. Very picturesque countryside, woods and fields, horses out to pasture, a weathered red barn on a hill, you follow the road as it tucks into a valley and there it is a patch of meadow brilliant in the sunshine. It calls to you. SO you park the bikes, wrestle out of your leathers, grab your lunch and blanket roll and have a picnic. Never mind about the lazy bees trying to irritate you, or the tall grassses tickling your sinuses, you lay back and watch the sky, soak in the warmth and listen to sounds of nature. If you open your eyes you can see the rays from heaven beckoning to you, you sigh drreamily and fall to sleep.
later you wake up in hell, sunburned, bitten by ants and your bike was knocked over, nicked by a passing hay truck, also you’re late and quite lost.
Almost any day that I spent with the beautiful boyfriend I’ve been with for about the last six months, so long as it includes having sex with him sometime during the day. I think I might choose to relive the golden day last October when we had a late breakfast together at a diner, then walked the circular path at a local wildlife refuge, holding hands and talking, then found a secluded spot on the nearby beach, laid out blankets in a hollow place in the sand, and made love on the beach until the sun went down. I can still feel how nice the wind blowing across my bare skin felt, and how sweet it was to be warm and cozy under the flannel blanket, and how hot he gets me when he touches me and how urgently I respond to the way he makes love to me, and how loved he made me feel by taking me to the beach for this wonderful experience. Oh, and then we had a delicious dinner at an Italian restaurant and lingered at the table talking, until I finally drove him home as he dozed next to me in the car. Reset for picking him up in the morning and having another late breakfast together, ad infinitum.
I don’t remember what day it was exactly but last month one lazy weekend day consisted of nothing but making love, lounging around, eating a home-made meal, and more loving. Mmmm…
He’s my husband now, but he was my boyfriend then. He had a singing gig and it was the first time I’d ever seen him in black tie. Mmmmmm. I got dressed up to go see him and then we went out to dinner and then we went back to his place. The expression “blissed out” occurred to me that day. Someone took a picture of us standing next to each other and I look at myself – the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
I think there are too many to pick one in particular. A Big Romantic Moment, or the birth of my daughter, they rank up there.
Honestly the one day that popped into mind was under circumstances I’d hate to relive, but became a beautiful day filled with great memories that would undoubtedly make me out to be a selfish, hurtful jerk. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but stilll…
So I’ll keep it to myself, but thanks for letting me remember it now!
As it turns out, that would be me. allthegood is an author of purple prose at times but neither she nor I happen to be the reincarnation of the Grapist.
Our wedding day was the first thing that came to my mind, but I wouldn’t choose that: then I wouldn’t be with my children. So, it would be part of our Atlanta trip a couple of years ago: going to the CNN Center, walking through Millenium Park, and visiting the Coca-Cola Museum. It was a nice, leisurely day: had a chill in the air (it was Thanksgiving week, after all) and we got to spend time together. That was my perfect day.
Not to be overly clishé, but our wedding day was pretty flawless from start to finish. Woke up surrounded by my best friends, spent the morning getting ready all emotional and giddy with my closest loved ones, laughed all the way through the ceremony, danced up a storm and ended the day in a hot tub with my new husband eating chocolate and counting wads of cash. It doesn’t really get much better than that.
but neither she nor I happen to be the reincarnation of the Grapist.