Dream a Little Dream

2/4/13

Dream a Little Dream

Here's the thing. I'm supposed to be the hardass of the group -- the unemotional, analytical, no-nonsense, get-it-done-right-the-first-time-with-a-minimum-of-fuss pragmatist. And I am. Mostly. Except... 

Okay, okay. So I have a romantic streak. A big one. Massive, actually. It shows up in my extensive collection of hair flowers, my obsession with high-end chocolate, and the burnished gold wrought iron four-poster hung with royal blue velvet curtains and tied with ten-inch gold and blue tassels that I sacrificed to hubby's claustrophobia.

So maybe my dream dates are a little extra-dreamy. That, my fair darlings, is just how I roll! 

1.) Miami Make-out Mambo - once upon a time, I got bumped from my stodgy business extended stay to a stupendously fabulous Miami hotel thanks to a booking error. Every surface was white... including the tent-like cabanas surrounding the crystal-clear pool. The night air was thick and sultry. The music a Latino lust song. Most of the door flaps were drawn -- and the ever-so-faint sounds from within left no doubt as to why. So, yeah, that's dream date #1 :-D

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2.) Picnic Please – I admit, I’m a sucker for a picnic. Good cheese, crusty baguette, a little ham salad, a little red wine. And of course a bit of ultra-dark chocolate as finale. The scene need not be fancy. I don’t need the Tuscan countryside, though I wouldn't turn it down. A bench by the lake at Stone Mountain works just fine. So does a picnic table at an Interstate rest stop.

3.)  Dippity-do (how I love fondue!) – For sheer romantic decadence food-wise, give me a three-course fondue dinner every time. Melting Pot? Certainly. But my dining room in candlelight does just as well. Luscious tastes, sizzling heat, delectable smells, and a cooking method that forces us to do what we so often neglect: slow down, talk, reminisce, and enjoy. 

4.) Spotlight Delight - Ah, community theatre. The energy of the audience, the glare of the lights, the camaraderie of a full-cast production. I’d love to play leading lady to my honey’s leading man, ring down the opening night curtain to tumultuous applause, and rush off the stage to a riotous cast party.

5.)  Scent-sational – Ever seen Simply Irresistible? You know that scene, near the end, where the entire room of diners breaks into dessert and the room goes quiet as vanilla steam pours from the confections and permeates the air, drugging everyone into languid, enchanted delight? Our main characters dance across the floor, past couples laughing with silent joy and tall, elegant vanilla orchids. Vanilla fog swirls about their feet and eventually, they realize they are no longer touching the ground. They are literally floating – on magical vanilla-scented air. Sigh.

So those are my faves -- the familiar and the far-out. 

Now tell me: what's in your wildest imagining?