There’s a Hole in the Bucket, Dear Liza, Dear Liza
My old friend Rebecca, a.k.a. The Feisty Tourist, had a post on her blog suggesting that her readers make bucket lists, like that old man movie with Jack Nicholson from a couple years ago. ”Bucket list” meaning a list of things you want to accomplish before you die (kick the bucket). I don’t know why I’ve never done it before, but why the H not? Goals are always good. Here’s what I’ve got so far:
Attend the Kentucky Derby wearing a fabulous dress and hat.
Have a passionate make-out scene in the rain, just like in the movies but real.
Travel around the world, especially to Japan and New Zealand.
Ski in the alps and stay in a cute alpine chalet.
Learn to speak Spanish fluently.
Learn to meditate.
Visit New Orleans and Philadelphia to experience jazz, food, history, and brotherly love.
Go to the Sundance Film Festival to watch one of my own films.
Clarify my spiritual beliefs.
There! Now after a few short minutes, I’ve created all these things to look forward to! What would be on y’all’s lists?
Scuba dive with sharks. Tour the British Isles. Learn how to make my mom’s kimchi recipe by heart. Quit smoking for real.
Speak enough Italian to spend a week in Rome without any reference/translation book. Christmas in Paris. This is fun!
Don’t forget to add:
Volunteer to clean Eric’s room
To your bucket list.