Time/Heaven/Absurd Amounts of Food

Time:

I'm certainly not where I imagined I'd be at 22.

I imagined something different.

Is it August of 2007 already?? Time sure does fly.

Pretty soon I'll be doing double time at the local bingo room, before which, of course, I'll be catching the early-bird special at the Red Robin Diner with the last of my surviving gal pals.

There, I'll likely be selecting chicken croquettes with a side of peas from the sticky menu and giving my order to the 22-year-old cranky waitress who is probably wasting her youth worrying and being bored, when, in reality, 99% of the things one worries about never happen and boredom is a sinful, poor excuse for laziness and lack of interest in doing all the living one can.

Life is too short to be bored. Don't spend your time wasting it.

Heaven:

I believe that, if heaven exists, it is not just some grand white ballroom comprised of poofy white clouds and cool, airy nothingness where everyone who has ever died congregates, reunites with their mother, finally meets their great, great grandmother from whom their gargantuan nose MUST have come from (because "it didn't come from my side of the family," used to say their mother), and befriends other deceased inhabitants of the other side, the by and by, upstairs, whatever you want to call it.

Nope. There are no divine white robes and euphoric floating around in my vision of the afterworld.

Heaven must be more personalized, more custom-designed than that!

I believe everyone has their own heaven.

It is a place that represents a time or place in the life of the deceased that brought them the most happiness, that they hold most dear, that is closest to their heart, that they long for to have or experience again, even if for just a split second.

It could be an old beach house where someone spent every summer of their enchanted youth-- swimming in the ocean, walking on the sand with their loving grandparents by their side.

It could be a 30th birthday party, freshman year in college, a honeymoon, a youth baseball game, a country, a city, a town, a house. Catch my drift?

Absurd Amounts of Food:

I had a great gig last night.
The band and I did our first set and took a break.

During our extended break, the multi-talented club owner/chef brought out an inordinate amount of food for us to feast on. It was nothing less than an exquisite buffet fit for a Roman Empress.

It would take a whole lot of time to list all the food my favorite new club owner so kindly served us.

All I can say is that, well, it was just like heaven.

-Gina