Last night Dreamy One and I went out to dinner with one of our favorite couples. Sangria and tapas were ordered. Conversation meandered from red hair to house flipping to naughty greeting cards to the economy.
Then, N asked, "If you could be anyone for a week, who would it be?"
The expected questions were asked... Living or dead? Do I get to pick the period in their lives I want to visit? Yes and yes.
I thought...hmm.... Shakespeare? No. Dorothy Parker? No. What do I want to do for a week? The answer was was easy. "Jimmy Buffet."
Dreamy One raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously," I insisted. "Think a beach, a margarita and flip-flops."
The other answers were the Pope, Winston Churchhill and Chief Justice John Roberts.
"You're sure about Buffet?" asked Dreamy One.
Positive. I'd spend a week with my toes in the water, ass in the sand, not a worry in the world and a cold beer in my hand (yes, I know that's the Zac Brown Band but I'm sure Jimmy Buffet is down with the sentiment).
Plus, Jimmy Buffet writes. I've even read one of his books. A book the Kirkus review said was..."So laid-back and rambling it's perilously close to sloppy, but Buffett's considerable charms as a performer and goof-off artist keep things afloat." Where is Joe Merchant? is the equivalent of cotton candy...spun sugar.
I'll let Dreamy One and our friends face WWII, lead the world's Catholics and write legal opinions that can change our country. You'll find me in Margaritaville.