An ideal/dream day

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What would an ideal day/schedule in your life be like? What about your dream vacation? Or, would they be the same thing

Doing something useful and interesting with someone I love who loves me.

A day with Mick.

A day spent with Miranda Cosgrove

A day with my beloved gf. It would not even matter what we did as long as we are together.

A day that both my parents are off from work and my brother is off from school, we watch Tim Burton movies together, we eat Chinese food, I get to go shopping online, and my tame squirrel comes up to me begging for peanuts.

Simple and boring, I know, but I take pleasure in the little things in life.

A day of studying neurophysiology, playing hard-core video games, and sleeping until noon would be my ideal day.

I'll write out mine as a schedule. It's kind of PG-13, so bear with me. It's loosely based on the "perfect day for a woman / perfect day for man" jokes you find around the internet.

9:00am - Alarm
9:30am - Breakfast by the TV: scrambled eggs with Cheddar cheese, bacon, hash browns, English muffins, and coffee
10:00am - Veg out by sitting on the internet, get a confirmation e-mail from an escort agency
12:15pm - Work out at the gym, see a cute receptionist playing with her hair while talking to me
2:00pm - Meet a friend I haven't seen in a long time for lunch: a burger with Kobe beef, kettle-cooked potato chips, and two Coronas
3:00pm - Stop by a library to read a newspaper and check train schedules; find out that the Republican Party is disbanding
3:45pm - Come home, relax, get ready to see the escort I scheduled with
5:30pm - Go to the train station, catch a train to a hotel downtown
6:00pm - Meet the escort, have an hour of wild, mind-blowing sex; smoke a cigarette afterwards
7:30pm - Catch a train home; while waiting at the station, get a call from another friend inviting me to a party
8:00pm - Dinner: steamed lobster, jumbo shrimp, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, a shot of XO cognac, brownie for dessert, and hot tea
9:15pm - Smoke a cigarette, shower and get dressed to head out to the party
10:00pm - My friends pick me up
10:30pm - Arrive at the party, start mingling, get really drunk
12:45am - End up in a sloppy three-way makeout, while dancing with two girls at the same time; get their phone numbers
1:30am - Smoke a cigarette for the road, call for a taxi home
2:00am - Late-night snack by the TV: buffalo wings with blue cheese and celery, washed down with Coke
2:30am - Go to bed, fall asleep with a huge smile on my face

I will respond to this thread and tell you about things that would make up an ideal day for me. But, I am going to go back in time a bit to my childhood. It would be neat to find a time machine and go back to one of those magical/ ideal childhood days of summer. There are great days now, but I want to reflect back to the great days of my boyhood.

Now, I have copy/ pasted a post I made back in early 2009 to answer this thread, for there I described things that were magical to me. And these magical things would make up an ideal day for me---if I were to go back in time. Here it is:

For me, I found magic in the view master projector shows I would create in the darkness of my room. I laid down soundtracks on cassette tape to accompany those mute illuminated projections. Alone, in the darkness, I found magic when that smelly-hot projector bulb transformed my solitary world into a land of enchantment. It haunts me to this day.

For me, I found magic in the backyard as I walked my strange ritualistic pathways around the yard, and at the school's playground where I traversed similar geometrical patterns by myself not worrying about what my classmates thought of me. By myself?...yes...for only I could understand my logic.

For me, I found magic atop the twelve foot tall wooden tower my father built for me in the backyard. There, I spent countless hours alone contemplating my magical kingdoms. Oh...I knew they weren't real, but it was fun to be lost in daydreams.

For me, I found magic walking the sidewalk and daydreaming that the lawn was the ocean. The aroma of Dad's freshly cut grass metamorphosed into the salty air of Myrtle Beach, and the hot sidewalk beneath my bare feet became the luxurious sand of paradise. Stepping into the grass became a dip into the calming and cooling caress of the sea.

For me, I found magic under the card table placed outside on the patio where Mom sunbathed. She knew to place the old quilt over the table thus locking me inside a cozy mansion whose walls glowed softly from the sunlight. Every once in awhile I would have a visitor. It was Cindy---my beloved dog. She was my true backyard friend. I miss her. I can still feel the rays of warm sunlight swiftly sweeping my skin of the shirtless summer days of my youth as I followed Cindy out into the yard.

For me, I found magic in places others did not. And for that, I am grateful. And perhaps this magic came from the world of autism.

be pain free......have my old 65 corvette back.......louie the dog and i would cruise hwy 1 from la to monterey on a beautiful spring day/night. a perfectly selfish, completely for me, everything else discarded day.

A day traveling in Europe.

To live and get married happily ever after and I can already see it coming.

To move to London

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I have autism.

id like to meet ichiro suzuki and get his autograph, and then jet on over to the real housewifes of new jersey and make out with jaquiline

hey asp-z.....i once spent 5 days in monte carlo during grand prix week. got to meet piers courage in a bakery. you may worship me if you wish!