Tahiti, Fiji, Rio, Havana, etc…
Right NOW, as opposed to the earlier right now at which I wrote my earlier post, I would like to be in a certain hammock, on a certain beach, outside a certain resort hotel, in St. Petersburg Beach, Florida.
Of course, being at Acme, sucking down some shellfish with Ukelele Ike and Humble Servant . . . that would be okay, too. But instead of oysters, I think I’d order a mess of mudbugs and a cold Abita instead. Ahhhhh!
Hanh? I assume one is a food and the other a beverage, but what are they exactly? Regional thing? Never heard of them.
mudbugs
mudbugs
mudbugs
mudbugs
Fun to type, though.
Isle Royale National Park.
Wolves and moose…wooooo…
-Rue.
Anywhere but here, really.
Since I have to narrow it down, let it be Spain. I can definitely see myself staying up all night in Madrid. And Barcelona. And everywhere else in between. 
Fortunately I’ll get to do it in October. Woohoo!
“I may be going out on a limb, here, but I have to say that
the above may just be Eve’s finest creation so far here on
the SDMB.”
—Well, if I have made you chortle, my work is done. I must add that I didn’t invent Halvsie, he was Crunchy Frog’s bit of genius. And I have recently seen “The Bank Dick,” so the bank robber Filthy McNasty did have just a BIT of an influence on me . . .
[kicking myself for not writing “two fingers of Manechewitz” instead of "gin’]
Thank you for that info! The genesis of “Filthy McNasty” has been bothering me for a while. Haven’t seen THE BANK DICK since I was a teenager, but I have a couple of recordings of Horace Silver’s slinky early-'50s soul-jazz composition of the same name, and wondered where he stole the name from.
Okay, the Halvsie thing may have been inaugurated by the Frog, but you were the one who took the ball and ran with it.
Mudbugs are crayfish, or crawdaddies if you will.
Abita is a beer.
(Had to look that one up, the memory’s going you know)
Thanks, Bumbazine, for fielding that one for me. 
To the very relaxing back patio/pool/jacuzzi/tropical plant area at my favorite bed and breakfast, Villa Serena, in San Diego.
Mimas.
I’ve always wanted to see Saturn’s rings up close.
If not there, then Io, to see Jupiter through a volcanic plume.
I’d stop off at Tranquility Base on the way back home, stand there for a couple of hours, and gaze up at the Earth.