- Learn to french braid hair
- Get a glimpse of the Great Wall
- Write a letter in calligraphy
- Sit near a snail and watch it
- Show a child a shooting star
- Learn how to do the worm
- Ride a mechanical bull
- Get really excellent at chess
- Scale the side of a cliff
- Knit a whole something. Anything.
- Slow dance with my father
- Put my three pairs of tap shoes back into use
- Shave my legs with a straight razor
- Write an elaborate play never meant to be staged
- Be someone’s secret admirer
- Skydive
- Dig my toes into the sand in search of other toes on the beaches of Costa Rica
- Hold a stranger as they grieve
- Fast
- Learn to read braille
- Drink absinthe with someone seasoned at it
- Sleep with a cat in a hammock
- Hike until I collapse
- Send a postcard to PostSecret
- Write my memoir
- Learn to make sushi
- Throw a fancy black tie party
- Learn to throw a football
- Spend the night in a tree house
- Host all day Lynch film fest
- Visit Snoqualmie Falls
- Grow my own food
- Ice skate at Rockefeller Center
- Learn a burlesque routine
- Scream in an empty canyon
- Look over a shoulder on the back of a motorcycle racing up the coastline
- Deep sea diving
- Love my body 100%
- Write a will
- Leave a favorite book to be found with a note that says so
- Learn a foreign language fluently
- Chart my genealogy
- Tell on him
- Serve on a jury
- Jump on a train with a notebook and a pen and no plans
- Act as a monster in a haunted house
- Have my portrait painted
- Watch a live birth
- Have dessert at the restaurant first
- Put down onto paper how much my Mom means to me, then give it to her
100 Things To Do Before I Go, 1-50
April 1st, 2008 | Lists, Virgin Territory
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Done eight of those! And jury duty’s not nearly as much fun as you might think. Especially when you get called for the fourth time. If I promise not to speak all the good lines aloud, can I come to your Lynch-fest? I can always use another good excuse for making trips to SF. (As for my main excuse, I’m coming to see her as soon as the fund drive is over. Even though we never met face-to-face in Nashville, I’d offer to meet up and buy you a drink or twelve, but I don’t know how much free time she’s going to leave me.)
Ooo! I just found out! In case you didn’t know, the neglected Lost Highway has finally made it to DVD, signaling the final deathknell for my laserdisc player. Guess I’ll name it Dick Laurent now that it’s dead.
done a few of those - like sleeping with a cat in a hammock (too fine for words) and sampling absinthe (whoa!). and i’ve had the fortune to be a monster in several haunted houses (double woot! for that), but i would not only like to host a Lynch-fest, I yearn to own and operate a drive-in showing the most funky and eclectic mix of movies imaginable and offer everything from sushi to Milk Duds in the concession stand.
There is not enough paper to tell you how much you mean to me. I love you.
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