10 of Life's Simple Pleasures

Well, I've been tagged. That's never happened. I don't even think I know what it means.

But -- I love these little surveys, I think they satisfy the egomaniac in all of us. I know they satisfy the egomaniac in me. (In fact, I've been planning to post my own version of the Proust Questionnaire.) Until then -- my list of 10 of Life's Simple Pleasures, in no particular order....

1. Sleeping until I wake up. No alarm to set, no place to be, no appointments to keep. It's one of the reasons I looooooooove being single. That and the fact that the WHOLE bed is my side (well, except for Mambo's spot.)

2. The aroma of garlic and onions sauteeing in olive oil. If that isn't the most welcoming, comforting aroma out there, I don't know what is.

3. Walking my city. Finding the only Sullivan building in New York, at sunset, gleaming like a freshly-iced wedding cake. It takes me by surprise and lights my heart every single time I see it.

4. Turning off my cell phone. Go ahead, get as mad as you want. It's my phone, I get to decide when and to whom I will speak. So, too bad if you can't reach me.

5. The Staten Island Ferry at sunset. It's free, and it's one of the best views of Manhattan.

6. Pork. Yes, you dirty-minded fools, I mean the meat. The other white meat. Pork in all its glorious forms. Roast, ham, rinds, butt, but most of all, bacon. (but... never ever ever ever ever ever feet. bleeeccch)

7. Flirting without consummation.

8. A hot summer night, an icy cold Budweiser, the first bite of a Nathan's hot dog, and the sound of jet engines overhead. It could only be one thing: an evening in any one of the NY Metro area's four ballparks.

9. Trapped inside on a rainy weekend with nothing but Godfather, Godfather, Godfather on the tube. (this past weekend obviously influencing the list.)

10. That moment on payday after the money hits your direct deposit and before you do the math and realize it's all been allocated for necessities...

And since I am a person who threw out every chain letter I ever got, refused to forward that cute little angel made up completely of the number "8" painstakingly arranged by someone, and for some reason couldn't believe that Bill Gates wanted to give me a G for doing something, but mainly, because I just don't have that many friends in the blogosphere (um, I got tagged by one of the three), I tag no one. Okay, maybe the Principessa Laia -- you know who you are.

So, this clearly was nothing but an exercise in ego-massage and navel gazing. And occasionally, who doesn't like that?