Making lists.

When I write something brilliant, I actually kiss the screen (okay, sometimes I lick it).  There is nothing I derive more pleasure from than writing.  Okay, fornication and food so don’t count.

My job.  (Okay, my fulltime job involves web design, and I love the people I work with!  I’m very lucky.)  My photographs appear on all the corridors and halls, and hang in every single room of The Hotel Gansevoort.  I also birthed, architected, designed, created, and envisioned this website for the hotel.

Having at least two burgers from JG Mellon’s with fries, pickles, ketchup, mustard, and mayo

Touching bark, grass stains, playing sardines and jacks, campfires, fireflies, swings

Drawing with a number 2 pencil. Even better, drawing Linus.

Blender foamed hot chocolate with real marshmallows

Lit fireplaces, playing board games, socks

Manicures, a great blow out, the perfect outfit in its bag waiting for the evening, shoes still boxed

Losing the used to be’s, train rides, strangers, knitting, Sharon Olds on my lap

My legs after I exfoliate, grapefruit lotion in summer, rose oil in winter, memories of climbing into bed with my parents

Tea sandwiches, cucumber ice water, lavender eye mask, Egyptian cotton robe, slippers

Singing, cream cheese frosting, convertibles, bing cherries, lemonade stands, awnings, rosemary, vegetable gardens, sprinklers, jelly jars, French signs, linen

Driving for ice cream, ballgames and frankfurters, picnics, upstate to watch the leaves

Jersey tomatoes, vodka sauce, licking my fingers, crust as a conduit for sauce

Finding things in common, soup, movie hopping, wine tastings

Witty slang, Starbucks with Gary and David, when Chris takes out his balls, girls nights

Recipes with Mom, Anne of Green Gables, beauty parlor night with Lea

Phone calls from old friends you thought were gone, Artichokes with drawn butter

Room service, well-done French fries, blueberry picking, doing nothing

Returning home after a week away, speaking to Linus’ belly and kissing his bald spot

High thread count sheets, peonies by the bed, naps, the smell of roasted chicken

Laughing until it pisses everybody off, tasting menus, dinner parties, thoughtful gifts

Personalized stationery, calligraphy, piano bars, children’s books, finger painting, Lego’s, Barbies

Fresh cut fruit in a bowl in my fridge, watching TBS movies, my bed

Christmas music year-round (my favorite: baby it’s cold outside), old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwiches, Parlors

Spicy nachos from the movie theatre, girlie movies, the Fall

Being sore from too much seex, having faceburn from his stubble after a day of kissing

Chicken pot pie, Champagne, Christmastime

Cooking for people who love to eat, bread pudding, cookbooks, honey

Strawberry sundaes with buttermilk biscuits, strawberry shortcake dolls and make and bake oven

Gold stars, Garters, Nervenkitt Jewelry, my teeth, thanksgiving, ribbons in my hair

Blender drinks, tall drinking glasses, rectangular plates, garnish, mini hamburgers, playing Cranium, my tuna tartar, cookouts, clambakes on the ocean, cokctail hour, banana curls, letters, when he calls, listening to songs on repeat, meatballs, my risotto, staring, compliments, pixie dust, sleeping bags, acoustic guitar, crying, breathing, sitting on the floor in a business meeting, being able not to care and saying it, caring, a new toothbrush, boat rides, skinny dipping, fishing, being able to keep adding to this list, being me.