whether or not there's weather...

[lagilman]

It has gone from 45 degrees last night to 15 degrees this morning. Blue sky and razor-edged air.

I have things to do, and all of them can be done from under a pile of blankets, cocoa in mug and cats at (on) feet and hip. I love my job.


So, in honor of this sudden appearance by winter, and to keep me entertained while I work...

On the Travel Network, they have this show wherein a concierge or personal butler comes along to tourists in Paradise (Hawaii or similar) and asks them for their most outrageous fantasy. When someone hits with a reasonable (i.e. wildly demanding) wish, they get 24 hours of being a millionaire, with whatever they ask for (mostly) granted.

If you were granted run of a luxe suite somewhere in your version of paradise, and a concierge to order around for 24 hours, free of charge, what would you ask for?

Remember, you're millionaires! Don't wish small!


A luxury cottage/suite somewhere tropical, with all the doors and windows thrown open to catch both the aquamarine view and the tradewinds. Waking to that view, and a gourmet tropical breakfast served on the patio. A morning spent snorkeling in a private coral-ringed cove filled with non-shark critters, followed by goofy tropical drinks and a simple but fabulous fresh-caught fish lunch on a private yacht. A full massage and mani/pedicure in a gazebo near the beach, where I can hear the waves crash and the birds call. An afternoon sitting by the pool with a good book and more tropical drinks while someone else takes care of my laundry/packing/travel arrangements for the rest of the trip. A fabulous dinner served on the patio, with white glove service, exquisite wines, fresh flowers and candlelight. A good night's sleep on the perfect, most comfortable bed in the world, and waking to tropical sunlight and fresh fruit, with the knowledge that someone else has handled all the details of getting me home.


Yeah. That sounds like a good 24 hours, right about now.

Comments

[antonstrout.livejournal.com]

Just one more reason to I want to get out of Penguin and write at home.. more blankets!

I think I would make them bring me foie gras over Kobe beef until I either depleted the world's supply or finally satiated my desire for it.

I also think that whatever they brought me should be delivered in the style of How The Grinch Stole Christmas where each covered platter reveals a smaller person standing on the platter holding another covered platter, until a tiny three inch high microperson was the one to deliver my delicious meal.

[lagilman]

Just one more reason to I want to get out of Penguin and write at home..

hey, you could bring in the blankets, and go across the street to Jacque Torres or over to City Bakery to get hot chocolate, mmmmmmm -- I bet if you placed a large enough order they'd deliver...

the cats might be a problem, tho.


foie gras over Kobe beef

*dies happy*

[girasole.livejournal.com]

First, I have to decide among Venice, Paris, and London.

[allaboutm-e.livejournal.com]

Combining the weather and fantasy comments, right now I'd go for a super indulgent extensive intense moisturizing full body treatment. Cuticles, skin, etc. And either a personal appearance by one of my favorite musicians, or Jim Dale or Tim Curry personally reading something to me while I get the spa treatement.

[lagilman]

ooo, that's a nice one. In-room spa treatment with personal, personalized soundtrack....

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

At the Crillion or George V in Paris. Ahhh. Actually most anywhere in Paris. (Yearn)

[lagilman]

Yes, but what would you DO? You have a concierge who can set up almost anything for your delectation, and hang the cost! And all you want is a ROOM?

That's not using your imagination....

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

Ah, the room implies room service, massages, beautiful bathroom. Besides, it is only for 24 hours. It would take me that long to just roll around the room purring.

I could do a lot of damage with a few more days....

(dreaming)

[mt-yvr.livejournal.com]

A construction of silk, strung between the trees, creating a series of areas in a forest. Rugs and chairs, stands of candles and lights. A group of musicians who are at the center of their areas, not softly hidden away, playing various of my favourite music. A river to lounge by, while sipping good coffee (in the morning) and rum (in the evening), while eating an unending list of insanely made food (tenderloin that drops apart at the merest suggestion of a look, crab cakes with chipolte sauce, fruits sliced diced and servered with fresh alphapha honey, trays of iced serberts and chilled juices). A group of people to come and enjoy with me. An unending crew of people to provide things like massages and gentle spa treatments to any and all who I invite. Including staff. Piles and piles of books. Just beyond I'd want either a beach on a real ocean or a car to take me to one (which, by necessity, is quite close, thankyouverymuch). A convertable car. A big old horribly horribly expensive car.

For a day I'd not want to open a drink, door or do a damned thing for myself unless I absolutely chose to... I'd want to have everything right there, thanks.

Another day and we'd be talking about helicopter trips to tops of mountains and much more active ..activities. But today... I want to lounge.

[neutronjockey.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm just not the luxury type...?
I'd have 24 hours in Cambodia at Angkor Wat.
Dude, check out the library:
Me.Angkor Watt. No one else. Perfect!
-=Jeff=-

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

Are we allowed to buy things that we can keep? If so, I want to become the proud owner of an exquisite wine cellar, with a dozen bottles of everything in it. And then I'd have my roof fixed.

[lagilman]

Nope. Experiences only.

And your roof? Come on, this is FANTASY! Your roof is aleady fixed and pristine...

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm too caught up in the day-to-day nitty-gritty. LOL That, or that my fantasies are shy.