It's been 9 years since I've been in London, which is about 9 years too long. That's where I'd be. Only hard part would be deciding what to do with so little time.

On the beach at Isla Mujeres in Mexico, looking at turquoise water while sipping a cool lemonade and reading a good book.

My Maine weekend with my family a couple of weeks ago was close, with the lovely inn right on the freaking water, including the lovely porch to sit on and look at the ocean. Changes to make it perfect: an actual sandy beach to hang out on, my own room, and about 30% less family time. And no rain.

Now, to figure out who sells EW in my little town.

Alas, no one here. And I have to wait for Amazon for the book, too. But, yeah! It's almost August, Vampire People-For-Me time.

Right now, the perfect weekend for me would be a weekend in a clean house, not being sick. With perhaps a cookout at Sandy Beach or Auke Rec, or maybe Lena Point. And fresh fruit. Nice.

Oooh, I could go for a Jersey Shore weekend, too, but then I'm going to visit family there in a week or so anyway.

Sighhh...

All that deep deep sand. And the breakers off Barnegate. Glorious.

One in which I don't have to pack.

My perfect weekend is hard. It has to have lazy late mornings with a beach view, Blue Mountain coffee, mellow music, and mimosas made with freshly squeezed orange juice.

There will be hammocks, light breeze, light reading and lots of laughing.

There needs to be krav, and maybe kettlebell, and working out until I can barely see straight and rehydrating with more freshly squeezed juices and some Ting.

The food is fresh, with just-caught fish. Cold pineapple is unlimited.

When it becomes evening, although there's a widescreen TV with every station under the sun, we also have HD TiVo, so no rush. There's no light pollution, and everything is very quiet except for crickets and the odd faraway dog and birds.

We can see fireflies from the veranda, and smell night jasmine.

By now we're drinking rum punch and are all very silly but pretending to be serious as we play Scrabble and cards. The night's warm, but not too hot for sheets when we finally pack it in.

On Sunday we do it again.

Or just pack it in and go sailing.

Here's a scan of the EW thing:

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My perfect weekend is ita's, only with more books and less exercise. I can taste that weekend. Would like it so much.

So freaking cool.

I can't pin down a single perfect weekend idea. It's all about location to suit my mood, good weather and very few people, except of my choosing. I tend to just roll with nothing planned. Which is great when I have no obligations, but frequently leads to actual weekends regimented by chores so I don't sink into squalor.

Which isn't my ideal. If that needs to be said.