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.
