I thought next of filling a room with balloons, placing a few lights around an otherwise dark space and running around in them, writing wishes in Sharpie and opening the windows at midnight and watching them leave.
Perhaps a petting zoo, a secret garden, a broken pier like the one in Staniel Cay. So many ideas for so many other days and nights, but not this night, not under this weighty decree to live it the fuck up but make sure you watch the clock.
In truth, all we need is champagne.
|I'll wear something ridiculous. Something will break. It will be fine.|