whether or not there's weather...
Jan. 17th, 2007 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanIt 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.
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.
