I’m home alone for three blessed days. I love my family and all, but the idea that I can control the house just they way I like it delights me to no end. I went grocery shopping. I could buy Granny Smith apples (my sisters only eat red ones), skim milk and extra sharp cheddar cheese. All of which my family does not buy often because I am the one who eats them. I also could take as long and as hot of a shower when I wanted to, no bargaining for hot water. And rent a movie my mother would not approve of. And let the cats sit with me while I ate. And listen to RENT on the big stereo without anyone whining. And dance around nude. Its been a great start and I still have a two days of it left.
What do you do just for you, when you don’t have to take anyone else into consideration?
Due to the absence of my better half, I get to enjoy the same state of affairs until Monday 10.
So far I’ve been good: cleaning windows, washing all her accumulated clothes, scrubbing the cooker hobs. Now, though, it’s my time to enjoy it. Drinking wine through the afternoon, stereo blaring, sleeping until 1pm, wandering naked round the flat.
I’m a strange night person, and like to do things like clean house at 2 am.
Pour a glass of wine, bring in every candle I own into the bathroom, turn off the lights, turn on the radio to the jazz station, and run a hot bubblebath. Mellow out in said bath until I start to look like a raisin, then dry off, and stretch out on top of my bed naked.
Go to a real coffeehouse (Starbucks does not count) and get a cup of good, strong coffee and an elaborate piece of pastry. Spend a good hour enjoying those with a magazine or the newspaper.
Every morning, from a silver service (old and dented, but still quite grand), from a teacup and saucer, peruse the morning paper with the dog beside me while the SO sleeps late.
I send flirtatious e-mails to a 19 year old babe that I met on the SDMB when I should be working and acting like a responsible adult.
Seriously? I like to go to the Santa Monica Promenade, order up my favorite salad (southwestern chicken salad, with croutons instad of red onions) from my favorite salad place (Garden Gourmet), get a lemonade from Hot Dog on a Stick, and people watch. I’ll occasionally read–either a book or printed out threads from the SDMB.
And fantasize about the pretty ladies that walk by…
mattk- lovely isn’t it? As much as we adore our loved ones, its delightful to ditch them for periosd of time!
JavaMaven1- it is good to know I’m not the only one with a taste for nudity after a hot bath.
elbows- souds wonderful, I’ll have to find a tea set. I like tea, but doing a whole ceremony for it is rare.
Lux Fiat- go for it! People should sing at the top of thier lungs more often, I would love to see it soccially acceptable. I hum or half murmur sing almost all of the time. My boss thinks its wierd and keeps asking where the music is coming from.
lindsay- may I ask what grape limeade is? I know limeade and lemonade and Kool-Aid, but I am unfamiliar with grape limeade.
JBurton99- if a lot of people like nudity so much, why isn’t it accepted practice? Right now it is 80 degrees and sunny outside and I really don’t see the need for clothes. Sunblock maybe, but not clothes.
Dry- no comment, silly.
kiffa- that is what I’m missing out of this weekend. I need a massage.
I’m not a self-pampering kind of person. To me, an hourlong massage would be tantamount to torture. It isn’t that I’m incapable of relaxation, I just wouldn’t consider that relaxing. I’m also not big on being naked, although I don’t mind it in others.
I like to indulge myself in my bizarre hobbies–magic, for instance. I don’t do tricks for other people very often. However, I love putting on some nice loud Dead, opening a new pack of Bicycles, and sitting in front of my practice mirror working on fans, productions, and card sleights for hours on end.
I also love spending an entire day cooking something obnoxious. I’ll wander around town gathering up just the right ingredients, then pour a glass of wine or a good beer and take my time to cook everything just right. It’s only really enjoyable/relaxing when I’m doing it for myself, though–other people add a layer of pressure to the process.
You got me on that one. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself for a long time. The only answer i can come up with is this: If we all walked around nude, there would be too much hanky panky going on, and we’d still be living in stone ages.
I’ll walk around nekkid with ya anytime.
And don’t forget the sun-block, something around the spf 30 range please.
Were you nude when you were on the phone? Inquiring perverts want to know.
And I would have gone to Michigan to give you a thorough rub-down . . .
NEway . . . when I am alone in the house I blast music sometimes, I don’t bathe at all (I detest bathing . . . ). I leave the TV on way loud so I can hear it in the PC room/my parents’ room.
And I get food and eat it right at the PC and do all sorts of fun stuff.
I am an educated, sophisticated man. My wife and I frequent museums and galleries. We attend film festivals, and poetry readings. We would rather listen to classical music, and read Ayn Rand than watch the tripe that passes for entertainment on the idiot box. We dine out at the finest restaurants, and generally keep our diet on a healthy bent.
On the other hand, when she goes out of town, it ain’t nothing but a AC/DC-listenin’-Playstation-playing-Ultimate-Fighting-Championship-watchin’-Shovelin’-Hambuger-Helper-down-my-throat free for all!
What’s the time …well it’s gotta be close to midnight!
My body’s talking to me, it says time for danger
I wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight
Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger
I’ve had the knack, from way back,
Of breaking the rules once I learned the game!
Get up, life’s too quick! I know someplace sick
Where this chick’ll dance in the flames
We don’t need any money, I always get in for free
You can get in too, if you get in with me!
Let’s go out tonight!
I have to go out tonight!
You wanna play, let’s run away …
We won’t be back before it’s Christmas day…
Take me out tonight!
*meow*
When we get a wink from the doorman,
Do you know how lucky you’ll be
That you’re on line with the feline of Avenue B?
Me and Medea will be singing along … LOUDLY … in the corner over here with the comfy chair … y’all entertain yourselves.
