A Perfect Day

Having never had a perfect day, I can only imagine what such a day would look like for me. But given the chance to dream, I think my perfect day would look something like this:

First of all, my bedroom would stay entirely dark and without sound enabling me to sleep for as long as I pleased. I'm not saying I would sleep all day. In fact, I tend to be an early riser, however, depending on what time I went to bed the night before, I might take the liberty of sleeping in, if this were to be my perfect day.

Upon awaking, I would find a lovely breakfast just waiting for me to devour it. This perfect day breakfast would likely include fresh berries of all sorts, crispy bacon, orange juice and perhaps, just for a kick, some champagne. Not to be forgotten is the coffee, which would be available in copious quantities. The temperature would be just right - no danger of scalding - but hot enough to warm me up and get me started for the day.

Upon finishing my breakfast, I would be taken by limousine to a day spa, where my every need would be tended to. My hair would be washed, conditioned and styled. My makeup would be applied just so, and I would be refreshed after a mineral soak, massage and full manicure/pedicure. Being a perfect day, I would be tended to by beautiful, metrosexual creatures whose sole purpose was to attend to my every wish. This would be truly a perfect day.

Once I was finished at the spa, I would be allowed to choose from a brand new wardrobe of clothing in the latest styles and from the best designers. I would choose an outfit that would turn heads, while also being the ultimate in comfort, for I would need to be in top form for my upcoming shopping spree. I would be handed a credit card with somebody else's name on it and a limit set at $10,000. My limousine would transport me to whatever store I pleased, and my personal shopper allow me to choose outfits to my heart's content. And for this to be a perfect day, I would of course be allowed to purchase gifts for my friends and family along the way, with no worries of cost and the assurance of a perfect fit.

When I felt like I'd had enough shopping, I would be whisked back for an evening fitting. What's a perfect day without a perfect evening? After dressing in my favorite little black dress, with the risque slit and diamond-studded shoes, I would meet Brad Pitt for dinner at pretty much any place he wanted to go. We'd drink and laugh and have a great time, flitting from one pretentious club to another. When I decided I'd had enough, we jump on my private jet and head for Hawaii. (Angelina Jolie and the kids wouldn't be able to come along because she's just too fat and pregnant!)

We would relax in an open-air hot tub and when I started feeling sleepy, Brad would give a massage and send me off to bed, a perfect day complete.