A Drop in the Bucket List

I feel like after that last entry, I should write about something a little more uplifting. I always try to look ahead in my life, not to what is left behind me. I've got lots to accomplish, like certain goals and aspirations and whatnot.

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" I hate that question. DON'T EVER ASK ME THAT. Not a one of us knows where we will be a year from now, let alone five. There are only so many things I can do to control what happens to me in the next five years; other forces beyond our imaginations control the other 95%. The possibilities are endless as to where I may be then, so let's move on and not dwell on it.

To those of you who have actually read previous postings about what a strange bird I am, you may be able to recall how forgetful I claim to be, and how I must write things down or make lists in order to remember to do something. Well, when it comes to the rest of my life, there are a few things that I really would like to experience, and if I don't record them now, I may never remember to accomplish them all.

• I'm putting this at the top of the list because it is the most imperative; all the other points that follow aren't in any specific order of importance. Just like most other human beings, I would love love love to find my 'soulmate,' buy her an extravagantly large and insanely beautiful diamond ring and have the most romantic wedding ever. Italy would be ideal. Preferably I'd like this to happen sooner rather than later; I'm not getting any younger and time's a-wastin'. All of the items on this list would be so much more enjoyable anyway if I had someone to share them with.

• The second one is not that difficult. I mean, really. It almost happened this year but I decided not to go: See New York at Christmas time.  I don't care what anyone says about the cold-ass weather, I want to see that damn tree and all the stores decorated and take a ride in a taxi cab. While I'm there, I also want to have a frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity. I had one in Las Vegas, but that's not the same thing. 

• This will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me: I'm going to own a Corvette. Two, actually. One will be brand new, the other one will be around a 1977.

• I'd like my next move to be to San Francisco. I think my cat will like it there. And the first time I saw the city, it just about took my breath away it was so beautiful. Arts, culture, Jamba Juice, great food, tons of homos... come on, it's my utopia.

• Attend an opening night at an art gallery where my work is the main exhibit.

• Make a short film with some friends and enter it at Sundance. If it actually won an award, that would be even better.

• Learn how to cook something other than grilled cheese sandwiches.

• Travel to Florence, Italy to see all of the Italian Renaissance art I studied in college.

• Spend at least a week if not a month in Paris and kiss someone under the Eiffel Tower.

• Do something great enough for someone to want to write an article about me and publish it in a magazine. 

• See instances of love, support and friendship between members of the straight and gay population. A great place to start would be to afford the gay community the right to marry whomever they choose. I hope this happens in my lifetime.

• When my life is close to being over, I want to look back and feel as though I made a difference in the lives of many people, especially in those close to me; to feel as though I had loved someone so completely and fully that they never had to spend a day doubting my feelings for them; and, finally, to feel as though I never missed out on an opportunity to find happiness.