I'm ready to become a hot, human sleeping bag with impossibly clunky shoes and an adult-baby T-shirt for the rest of COVID and beyond.
I’ll see you at the steakhouse bar, in my silk pajamas, with a tiny poodle in my purse and an ice cold martini in my hand.
We all deserve a stiff rum drink and some swaying palm trees.
A few dozen games of high-octane viewing with my squad will be one of the rare things that can erase the bad memories of a lonely year.
When we finally break bread together once more, it’s going to be a sensory smorgasbord of tablescapes, charcuterie, and trippy candles.
With spring around the corner and my list of vaccinated homies growing higher by the week, I’m mentally planning the pizza party to end all pizza parties.
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