Dinner party daydreams

You know that game when you choose who you'd invite to your dream dinner party? Well Tom Waits is definitely on my list. Just to listen to that gravelly voice and knock back a few with him.




Other contenders for those seats? Tony Bourdain, Jim Henson, Julia Child and David Attenborough. Hey for my dream dinner party, those passed on are allowed to come back.

Away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-O

My back up plan has always been to run away to Mexico (even though I've never been). Instead of just running away to drink too much tequila and bask in the sunshine, I am now considering the life of a gypsy. Its the lifestyle for me. Constant traveling in my own brightly colored caravan (periwinkle-blue?). I can dress as wildly as I like - no more business casual by day. The opportunity to collect as many bright scarves and garish jewelry as I like. I can dust off my tarot deck to make money along the way. Anytime life gets sucky, I can just move along in my gypsy wagon. I can learn wild gypsy folkdances. I'll get an immense draught horse named Snapdragon and have him pull me on my way.
Okay so maybe very little of this is real gypsy lifestyle, but I'm okay with that. I can be a romanticized version of a gypsy. Just look at the possibilities:




And this would be Snapdragon:


All pictures shamelessly borrowed from Flickr. Here, here, and here. (There must be a way to add hyperlinks to pictures, but I haven't quite figured it out yet.)